Back to Storytelling

I spent a while here deciding where to begin my story, but to take a page from Ethan’s book, I guess I’ll just dive right in.

I was born and raised in Cut Off, a small community of Cajun people down in South Louisiana on Bayou Lafourche. While I still enjoy a crawfish boil, gumbo, fishing, and especially LSU Football just as much as the next guy raised on the bayou, from a young age I never felt that I fit into that traditional “Cajun” mold. I guess you can say I was naturally more of a “city boy,” relative to the other kids living in my area. I was raised by my parents along with an older sister and younger brother, resulting in a classic middle child situation. I always felt a strong sense of independence and carefree personality, meanwhile growing up in a very tight-knit community, often spending much of my time around grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. As you might guess, by the time I was eighteen, I felt the need to take a leap and start a life for myself outside the comfort of my home community. Not landing too far away, I have called Texas home ever since. I graduated from Texas Christian University in May, 2018, and now live in Dallas where I work as a technology consultant for a professional services firm. I enjoy traveling, spending time with my dog Lenny, hanging out with friends, going on hikes, reading books, and especially watching movies. I’m a huge film nerd with aspirations to be a filmmaker one day and in part, a writer. The heart of every good movie is a good script, so writing is where I really want to focus my skill. It has been quite the journey arriving at this goal of mine, so let me share with you how I got here.

Moving out to Texas and going to college at TCU was by far the best decision I ever made, as it provided me with so many amazing relationships and experiences that started me on this journey to where I am today. It exposed me to diverse cultures, philosophies, and world views. Moreover, it was an extremely humbling experience. Throughout my childhood and teenage years, I was a big fish in a small pond. That’s not to discredit my abilities nor the competency of my peers, I’m just saying I was in a very small town and excelled in areas that were less common than say in larger communities. From day one in college, I realized that was no longer the case. College knocked me down a peg or two, all the while opening my eyes to the endless possibilities and paths that one can take in this life. As an eighteen year-old freshman, I seemed to have a quite narrow outlook: I wanted to be successful and make a ton of money. Okay, so wanting to be successful is great, the issue was how I was defining success, and that was by making money. It was somewhere around 20 years old that I began to thirst for something more than financial success – I wanted to create.

Being creative was not some newfound desire for me, I guess I had just lost touch with that for a while and suddenly found it again. I was into drawing and painting as a kid, and I loved building with Legos. I took four years of art class in high school where I really dove into so many different art forms: drawing, painting, animation, sculpturing, even calligraphy. While working through all those mediums however, I realized my love for one art form that I believe inherently lies within all – the art of storytelling.

I have always loved a good story. From a young age, I can remember loving to tell stories too – whether it be to my family at the dinner table or to my classmates at the lunch table, I was always sharing stories. That fueled an early interest in writing, which began in school with daily journals as a medium to share them. I continued to enjoy writing throughout high school, although I never practiced much outside of school, as I was always occupied with sports and extra-curricular activities. My stories continued to grow (in length and number) as I got older, but somewhere along the way, I lost my passion for writing. I wouldn’t even say I lost my passion, but at some point I just stopped doing it. Maybe it was all the mandatory assignments in high school and college, but gradually I stopped spending any of my free time reading or writing to the point where I wasn’t doing it at all if I wasn’t doing it for school.

Now we’re back to me being 20 years old and realizing my hunger for a more creative path in life. I took a creative writing class at TCU my Junior year that not only rekindled my love for the art form, but also provided me with the opportunity and resources to study it from a fresh perspective. I began to write again, not only for class but also in my free time. Now almost three years later, the need to write and keep telling stories is still here, yet I seem to have found myself caught up in the daily routines, pressures, and responsibilities of a “normal” post-grad lifestyle in the corporate world. I see it beginning to slip away again, except this time, I’m determined to not let that happen.

That’s how I have arrived here, at Sage. For months now I have been sitting with this desire to write, create, and share stories, yet I felt almost isolated without a community of likeminded peers with whom to share my ideas or a platform upon which to share them. When Ethan approached me with this idea for creating an online community of writers, I knew immediately that this what what I had been searching for. It had all been scratching at a door in my mind for months, so when he asked me to be a part of Sage, it was like giving me the key to unlock that door. I am now excited to take my first steps through, and I couldn’t be more thrilled to have two amazing minds and talents like Ethan and Jammie with whom to embark on this journey. It feels good to be sharing stories again.

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