By The Time I Was 32

By the time I was 32 my life was in a direction I could have never predicted.

All my life I have been dealing with color blindness. It’s subtle, not severe. However, it’s still an obstacle to adjust to.

As a photographer, color blindness has no advantage or benefit. Only more struggles and confusion. So I adjusted. I found a way to deal with not seeing perfect color. I used tools and asked for help.

I had no idea I was dyslexic until I was nearly finished with high school. Never in a million years did I think that I would write for a living. In fact, I first went to college for music before deciding on photography as my career path.

But somehow I wound up a full-time blogger for a WordPress development company. Somehow I wound up self-publishing multiple eBooks and getting published by other companies. Never in a million years did I think people would read my words, however they might come out.

But people do. People read words written by a dyslexic writer.

…and they enjoy it.

For what it’s worth, my eBooks were published by Flatbooks and

In high school I was bullied. Badly. So bad that I was nearly to the point where I could have really hurt someone back. Hurt them far worse than how they hurt me. I was struggling. I was keeping it in. I exploded, but it was minor, and could have been worse.

I now don’t care what others think or say. I learned lessons, grew thicker skin, and grew up — far past it all.

I am now successful where I am, in my job, in my life. I have a family I love and I’m surrounded by people who love me back.

I take pride in my work. I put my energy into my photography and other things I enjoy doing. I care about others.

I never bully.

I am 32

June 9, 2014 is when I turned 32. It’s an interesting age, and not one that many talk about. Usually people talk about 13 for bar/bat mitzvahs, 17 for licenses, 21 for drinking, 30 for milestones and so on. But I’m 32 and I have been through a lot. I have dealt with a lot. I have grown a lot.

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