A few years ago, I reached a crossroads.
Continue working as an account executive or finally accept I'm right-brained.
I did what’s right. And left to find a whiskey bar.
Where I had a beer. Or two. Or ten.
When I woke up, hungover, I immediately regretted the night before.
I should’ve had whiskey in the whiskey bar. Not beer.
At least I was smart enough to have it in a whiskey glass. 
That’s when it really hit me.
Nothing was wrong with me.
I was just right-brained.
And decided to give copywriting a shot.