Welcome to my ramblings

I’ve just emerged from the most horrific business failure I’ve ever experienced. And, believe me, they have been many. I’m in a place between disgust, fear, hope, and violent rocking back and forth in the fetal position.

While the last 18 months have been a complete nightmare, I’ve never learned and grown so much in my life. I feel as though I’ve learned something valuable every. single. day.

So valuable, no university in the world could teach it. So I’ll share it all here.

These words are vomit. No proofreading, no nit-picking, no perfectionism. (Huge change from how I normally exist.) Expect a lot of f-bombs and spilling of guts.

For now I’ll write anonymously, because I don’t want to be afraid of anything I say or hold back the truth in any way. But, I assure you, I’m a real person and every story I tell really happened.

Business isn’t pretty. It’s war.

Entrepreneurship is a dream come true, but if you’re not willing to bust not only your ass, but every little speck of peach fuzz on it, don’t be surprised if you end up where I am now.

Hopefully this is the first of many stories of my rise from the ashes.


My newest crap lives over at write.as/wilt