I come from a line of gamblers. My father would leave for a pack of cigarettes and not return for days as he disappeared into marathon poker games. My ex bet on the weather: whether or not it would snow, what football team would win, or what horses could win him the Trifecta.
I now realize that the gambling blood flowed in me with as much force—only expressed itself with a different kind of risk-taking. I saw 9 to 5 jobs as life-threatening. So I crafted a life as an entrepreneur, structuring the 168 hours in a week with multiple income streams to support my creative endeavors and pay the bills simultaneously.