Every now and then, something happens that makes you stop, smile, and think: “Wow… I’ve really been here a long time.”

That happened to me today.

Someone mentioned remembering me from all the way back in 2013—noticing my presence and signing up under me long before either of us fully understood the depth of this industry. Honestly? That comment hit me in the best possible way.

When you’ve put in years—decades, even—you sometimes wonder if anyone noticed. You wonder if the consistency meant anything. Hearing that someone remembered me from that far back was the full-circle moment I didn’t even know I needed.

As I was digging through my old blog posts recently, I found myself smiling at memories I’d nearly forgotten. I bought my first traffic exchange in 2008. I’ve been building, learning, connecting, and showing up ever since. And yet, looking at the calendar, it doesn’t feel like it’s been nearly twenty years.

The Romans had a phrase for this: Tempus Fugit. Time flies.

But as I look back, I realized the years didn’t just disappear—they carried me. They shaped me, challenged me, and brought me so much joy that I didn’t even realize how fast they were flying by. Maybe that’s the real proof of the old cliché—time really does fly when you genuinely love what you do.

This industry has shifted and evolved, and so have I. But the heart of it—the creativity, the community, the connections—that’s what kept me here. That’s what made the years blur together in the best possible way.

Now, as things come full circle, I’m reminded that none of it was wasted. Every hour, every project, every late-night idea… it all mattered. It was all building something.

I’m just grateful—for the journey, for the people, and for the fact that after all these years, I still love the “hustle” as much as I did on day one.