Warning: what follows is most likely going to be very rambling. So it’s probably not going to be very coherent, or make much sense, or be of any interest to you.
It’s probably not even going to be of interest to me, but I’m still writing it. Mostly because I feel like I’m missing out on a good opportunity to update the blog and love the idea (but not always that actual act) of writing on a regular basis.
It’s not like a lot hasn’t happened over the past two years (where I’ve written a total of two posts, this one included). Plenty has happened.
In 2011, we had our second kid. His name is Asher, and he’s the little guy photobombing the picture on the left-hand side of this site. He’s 2 1/2 now. Here’s a blog post I wrote the day before he was born (which doesn’t have anything to do with him).
In 2012, I had an amazing sports year. My hometown Orioles had a winning record for the first time in 15 years and made it to the playoffs. I fell in love with baseball again. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a September as much as I did in 2012. Then my Ravens won the Super Bowl (technically in 2013), and I got to take my dad to Ray Lewis’s final home game in Baltimore in the process. I still to this day re-watch highlights from that amazing playoffs run. I also got to witness and be a part of the amazing launch of Debbie Unger Photography, and see how hard she’s worked and grown as a photographer.
2013 has been incredibly eventful. At the end of January, I quit my job. My business, Junger Media, was ready to be a full-time commitment. I hired my long-time friend and oft-used contractor Jason Forrest to be my Creative Director. We launched the day after the Super Bowl victory. We’ve since hired an intern, and done projects for companies as big as Bank of America, Proctor and Gamble, American Express, Hershey’s and Bounty. Seriously. We’re solving people’s problems and providing them with amazing digital products and services that help them succeed.
I did the Tough Mudder. Peer pressure got me to do it, but I don’t regret it (even though I couldn’t walk for three days after it). I turned 30. My mom spent 5 weeks in the hospital and there was a good chance she wasn’t coming out. She did. We’re all grateful.
I’ve learned a lot. I’ve got a few more gray hairs. I’ve got a lot more responsibility on my shoulders. I’m loving every single moment of it.