I’ve been doing this for a while now. I wake up excited, even when I’m depressed. I’m bootstrapping a Silicon Valley startup. I should have a partner, a new one, a dependable one, because there is a Grizzly bear on the California flag.
When my journey began I started going to Meetups, all I could find. I listened to the speakers. They were coaches, lawyers, consultants, investors, and other founders or cofounders. Those experienced with promoting startups, getting funded, and selling out. I thought they could help, but no one can beat the bear for anyone.
I got advice, usually bad advice. Help was costly and elusive. I heard a thousand terrible ideas being expertly pitched. But something else happened, I met other people like me. We met for coffee but had tea. My idea was always the best, or loudest, but I could skim something from everyone, every meeting, every call, but only when I was entirely honest and sincere, exposing my heart, my plan. It could have been ripped out; by the bear. …
And Listen to Good Advisors
I was so sure that dreams were just mind junk. That they weren’t at all meaningful and visionary like the prophets of old suggested. Now I know better.
Yesterday, or last night, I had a strange dream. I was on some kind of wheeled cart, like a go-cart, but it looked more like a sled. There was no motor, it only went downhill-but fast. I was on a mountain road,but it was not continuously downhill. It had valleys and hills, and dips and vast descents. I was with my sixteen year old daughter. I had just spoken with her that evening, when I half-jokingly told her that if my startup didn’t work, I didn’t know what else to do with my life. The words were very humorous to me, and I consider how I might somehow use them as a calling for my investor. …