Navigating life with a problem-solving mindset, I draw inspiration from knowledge, collaboration, and the connections that give life its deeper meaning. I'm all about cooking up something. Currently, my passion lies in building products, teams, and organizations that make a meaningful impact.

When I'm not geeking out over that stuff, you'll find me chilling with some co-op games, immersing myself in podcasts and audiobooks while biking.

I have this quirk I do when I move to a new place. I decide I'm going to become a painter. You know, personalize the place, put some art on the walls. Sounds classy, right? Here’s how it goes: I pour myself a glass of wine to look cool for my wife, because clearly, I’m an artist, and wine is a requirement. With a spark of inspiration and a vague plan in my head, I dive in. Three hours later, I look like I’ve been through a Jurassic Park sequel. I get completely sucked in. Every free second? Painting. Eating? Painting. Sleeping? Probably dreaming about painting. Then, the best part: I finish it, look at it, and immediately hate something. So, I fix it. Then I hate something else. Fix that. Then something else… it's this endless loop of fixing and hating until I’m just exhausted. I'm chasing this idea of "perfect," but, like, what even is perfect art? Is it when you finally give up and just hang the damn thing?