I’ve lived enough lives for a few people.

I’ve been the kid who dreamed big, the Congressional intern, the man unloading trucks in the Texas heat. I’ve traveled across five continents, worked jobs that tested my back and others that tested my patience. Through it all, I’ve learned that the measure of a life isn’t what you collect — it’s what you keep.

I’ve met people from every kind of place, and the funny thing is how similar we all are. The places are different, but the people, at the core, are the same. We all want to feel useful. We all want to belong somewhere. And no matter how far you travel, the truest parts of life — family, friendship — always pull you home.

The pictures here aren’t trophies. They’re reminders. Proof that value isn’t a paycheck or a title — it’s the laughter you share, the miles you’ve lived, and the people who never stop showing up.

I’ve been rich, I’ve been poor, I’ve been everywhere in between. But the constant thread through it all has been gratitude — the simple joy of knowing that every season, even the hard ones, meant something.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned on this road so far, it’s that success fades, but connection doesn’t.