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I\u2019ve lived enough lives to know one was never going to be enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I create. I build. I write. I invent. And I document the journey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Journey<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Long before the titles, the projects, and the plans, there was curiosity. I wanted to see things, make things, understand things, and experience life for myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I never followed one path for very long. If something interested me, I wanted to know how it worked. Sometimes that meant learning a trade. Sometimes it meant building something. Sometimes it simply meant going somewhere I had never been before.


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The Barber<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Barbering became one of the first things I learned to build with my own hands. What started as a skill became a business, and eventually a world of its own. The shop taught me about people, discipline, presentation, conversation, and independence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The barber shop became more than a place to cut hair. It gave me a front-row seat to people from every walk of life. Everybody had a story, an idea, a problem, or a plan. I listened. I learned. And somewhere along the way, I realized my mind was always working on something beyond the chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Ideas<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Ideas have followed me for most of my life. I would see the way something was being done and immediately wonder if there was another way to do it. Sometimes the idea became something I built. Sometimes it stayed in a notebook. Sometimes I watched the world eventually build something remarkably close to what I had imagined years before.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I\u2019ve lived enough lives to know one was never going to be enough. I create. I build. I write. I invent. And I document the journey. The Journey Long before the titles, the projects, and the plans, there was curiosity. I wanted to see things, make things, understand things, and experience life for myself. I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-14","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/treeairlakeland.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/14","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/treeairlakeland.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/treeairlakeland.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/treeairlakeland.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/treeairlakeland.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/treeairlakeland.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/14\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21,"href":"https:\/\/treeairlakeland.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/14\/revisions\/21"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/treeairlakeland.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}