Some of us have a few kinks to iron out, but more often than not it's about finding the right fit for those kinks.
Take the ‘gun worm’, for example.
An invention tasked with the inglorious purpose of dislodging unspent rounds from a musket.
Not content in spending eternity staring down a dusty barrel, a more giving purpose emerged. Once the daily battle was done, the gun worm became renowned as the corkscrew.
I was a bit like the gun worm.
For years, I led the clichéd double life of soul crushing office job by day and struggling musician by night. After undertaking (and conquering) a challenge to drink 365 different beers in a year, which accidentally spawned a popular blog, a family friend and well-respected copywriter pushed me to learn the craft.
And that, in short, is how I eventually found my way home.
Now I get to work in an industry where putting smiles on faces, laughter in ears, and drawing the occasional tear from the corner of an eye are all par for the course.
And when I'm not making ads, I'm probably engaging in some other piece of internet mischief. Like terrorising Twitter as a rapping spider.