Your dog blows out her knee and you can't afford the surgery. Someone mentions that people will pay you to play video games if you stream online. You point an old laptop at yourself and go live.
You become the second-largest female streamer on Twitch and get your dog her ACL surgery (yay!). You meet your partner, best friends, but then you climb down off the wagon seat and go to work at the general store, building things for other creators at a company called Curse.
Twitch buys the store. The whole town turns purple. You spend the next seven years building the partner program, which is to say the rules, the rewards, and the entire machine you used to be on the other side of. You're working A LOT but it feels worth it to help creators make a living doing what they love.
COVID closes the trail. Then a diagnosis, and nine months of chemotherapy.
You make it through. It's the first time anyone tells you to go live your life, and the first time you actually hear it.
The company you dreamed about. You lead influencer across every game and everything around it, and you get to make things with creators you genuinely admire. It's as good as you hoped.
Grueling covers more ground on the same supplies. Your party is more likely to break down.
You realize it's time to bet on yourself and leave the trail. No map, no wagon train, no idea what's next.
You're writing the book of your dreams, creating content, and helping others start the thing they've been circling for years. You're the happiest and healthiest you've ever been.
Yep. This is you right now.
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