I guess you could say I was born nomadic. In the first eighteen years of my life, I lived in twenty-two different houses between two countries (USA and Germany). This was due to a combination of a broken family, poverty, and eventually becoming a military family. By the time I could drive, I had been all over the USA with road-trips or relocations. I’ll never forget the summer I was fifteen and my mom drove my brothers and I across the country in our 1987 Isuzu Trooper that had no air conditioning, staying in the cheapest hotels she could find (some still give me nightmares today), and eating peanut-butter sandwiches along the way. By the time I became an adult, I had been all over Europe, as it was not uncommon as a military family to explore the nations around you.
When I reflect today as an adult on that era of my life, I’m actually thankful that it instilled a love and longing for being unsettled. That’s really the foundation of my entire being today.
There is a lesser-know and lesser-used word in our language called multipotentialite. At one time it was used by psychologist to describe somewhat of a personality disorder, but today the word is mostly useless. I heard this word as a young adult as I was studying the counseling field at my university, and it struck me as something I identified with. Essentially, the word is attributed to someone who has many creative pursuits. It’s someone who is creatively unsettled. I feel creatively unsettled every single day. Some days I’m a writer. Some days I’m a designer. Some days I’m an event planner. But I’m always a creative.
While my photography certainly has more traction these days, for most of my life I’ve been pursuing music, though not with much success. That’s the thing about multipotentialites… we’re not always amazing at anything! That said, for the last decade music has allowed me to share my creativity across nearly every state in the lower-forty-eight, and several other countries as well. And as someone with diverse creative endeavors, I’ve leveraged everything in my abilities to travel.
I mentioned all I had done by the time I had become an adult. That first year of being an adult, I had a brain aneurysm and spent over a month in recovery in a German hospital. Ruptured brain aneurysms are fatal in about 40% of people. Of those who survive, about 66% suffer some permanent neurological deficit. Approximately 15% of people with a ruptured aneurysm die before even reaching the hospital. Obviously, I beat those odds. Everyone of them. I survived, and had no permanent damage. It’s been another eighteen years since that happened, and I can tell you that I do not and will not take this life for granted. I’m absolutely going to live my life to the fullest. And I’m going to capture it and share that story with anyone who will listen or look.