I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

No matter what happens to me, or what I decide to do, I will be a success. The people will continue to drag me down and I will continue to ignore them. By age 22, I could have been a college graduate, now I’ve decided to be a millionaire instead. I can do it. I have the mind and the means to.

All those who doubt will have to take back seat to my greatness. I don’t even care how or why or in what ways I make this money, but I will make it. This I swear to myself and to the world.

The Future is Grand

Mine especially.

Uh, I still haven’t made that million dollars yet. Even if you add up all my wages since I wrote that, I haven’t even come close.

A lot of people were coming down on me for quitting college, and trying to stop me from going on the travelling magazine sales road job. I don’t think anyone was straight up calling me an idiot, but it felt like it wasn’t too far from that. I was doing my best to carry on and do what I thought felt right.