09/04/2026
When I graduated high school, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life.
I tried. And I failed. A lot.
Nursing. Truck driving. Law enforcement. Security. None of it stuck. Eventually I landed in plumbing, worked my way up, and earned my journeyman's license. For the first time, things felt normal — hard work, decent paychecks, a routine.
After about a decade of that, something still wasn't right. I wasn't satisfied. I felt like I was supposed to be doing more with my life.
I tried starting my own plumbing business. It didn't go the way I hoped — the work I actually got called for wasn't the work I'd spent ten years training for.
Frustrated and worn out, I started looking for something I could build from home. I was tired — the kind of tired where it takes an entire weekend just to recover before Monday starts it all over again.
Then I found digital marketing through a Facebook ad. It promised training from a "successful industry professional," a university-style course, the whole package. I'd avoided credit cards for years, but this felt like the shot I'd been looking for, so I found a way to cover the cost. I knew I'd probably be paying it off for 15 to 20 years — but they promised the sales would come, the cards would get paid off, and the dream would follow.
Here's what they didn't tell me: to actually generate those sales, you needed about $1,200 a week in ad spend. My four credit cards were already maxed out just from the training. There was nothing left for ads. I tried covering it out of my paycheck — $20 a week, because that's all I could spare. It was never going to work, and it didn't. No ROI. Just more debt.
Then a coworker told me about a financial services agency that was recruiting. I got my life license and started building.
I'm still building today. But things are finally moving in the right direction, and I can feel myself getting closer to the life I've wanted all along — one where I get to help families and individuals get a real financial needs analysis, plan for early retirement, and build the kind of security I spent years chasing for myself.
If my story of wandering, getting knocked down, and getting back up sounds familiar — message me. I may have an opportunity that saves you a few of the falls I had to take.
