By Peter Kozodoy, EO New York
Last year, I turned 30. That was depressing.
For some reason, I didn’t take it well. More precisely, I actually sailed through my birthday without a problem. Oh, this isn’t so bad, I thought to myself. Then, two months later, I got really depressed. I just hadn’t achieved what I thought I would by this age. After a few years of triple-digit growth, my agency was stumbling. I was also exhausted, deep into renovating a tiny house in a suburb of Connecticut. When I stepped back to look at my life, it just wasn’t the image I had in mind ten years ago. And yet, here I was.