I started this adventure masked as a blog just over two years ago. I decided when I first hit publish that this wasn’t a “let’s see how this goes” endeavor. This is was a full force, every piece of my life, both feet, all chips on the table undertaking. I was all in.
My stack of “I Need To Figure This Stuff Out” was much larger than my “I’ve Got This” pile and the more I fought towards the goals I set, the larger that first stack got. Lucky for me, my reaction to “You can’t do that” has always been, “You watch me.” And somewhere along the road I stop hearing people say “no” to me and started to hear them say “Someday I’ll wish I’d said yes to you.”
I guess it’s working, and I have a few gold stars to show for it. The first printing of my cookbook sold out in less than three months, I’m a regular beer expert on a radio show, I have people from all over the world share photos of the dishes they have made from my site with me over Facebook and Twitter (I LOVE this, keep doing it, highlight of my day), and in the past year I’ve been interviewed by dozens of magazines all over the world. I’m humbled by this in an enormous way, that what I’ve worked nights, weekends, poured so much time and money into is being realized. That I’m able to do this, share this love with you, and find a place in craft beer.
A few days ago an interview I did with the print magazine Imbibe hit newsstands. I stood in Barnes & Noble, trying really hard not grab the guy perusing motorcycle magazine standing next to me and yell, “THAT’S ME!” and shove page 21 in his face. I refrained.
So I’m doing it to you instead, I’m shoving page 21 in your face and yelling. But to you, I’m yelling “Thank you.”