I love what I do. Every day that I get in front of a microphone I have to pinch myself because I feel so lucky. So how did I get here?

I remember when I was six, sitting on the playground swing set at recess and doing make-believe broadcasts of second grade kickball games going on in front of me. When I got home, I would hop up to my family room fireplace, pretend the bricks were a weather map, and use a AA battery as a clicker to do an imaginary forecast. From a young age, I had a fascination with broadcasting, but really, I figured out my career when I was around 11 years old.

One day, seemingly out of nowhere, I discovered a passion for sports. I had always been a history nerd and I could stockpile random bits of useless information into the deep recesses of my brain. Well, with this newfound appreciation for sports, I had a new obsession. I absorbed as much information in one summer as someone would throughout their entire childhood. And as I went through the history of baseball, hockey, and football, one thing stood out to me right away. The voice on the broadcast. I knew immediately that was my life’s calling.

I’m very lucky I grew into the voice I needed to do those broadcasts, and I’m eternally grateful I went to Boston University to study broadcast journalism. It gave me a launching pad, the skills, and the connections I needed to succeed. After college, I thought I would be a play-by-play broadcaster for the rest of my life. As I went through the professional ranks, I quickly realized I needed to expand my horizons and diversify my portfolio. That led to a career in radio news, public address announcing, and voiceover work.

I think back to that little kid on the swing set and I would love to tell him what he’ll grow up to do. Not many people get to do their dream job, and even fewer know about their dream job from such a young age.

I’m lucky I get to do what I love every day. And that will never be lost on me.