"Fail often, and fail fast", my professor in Undergrad would always tell me. He had founded multiple successful companies, was on the board of many more, plus some non profits, and then decided to teach for the rest of his life. He had the benefit of being an engineer during the .com era, so he really exploited the field and made millions (maybe even more).
So here I am, having listened to and accepted his advice, having failed a business venture for the third time in the last decade. So many painful hours squinting at code from tired eyes, so many birthdays, anniversaries, parties, and hangouts missed to slave away on a fruitless objective.
Currently packing my bags. I don't know where I'll end up so I'm having a self-debate about whether or not to bring my bubble coat or not. Also not sure how long I'll be gone, so my neighbor doesn't know if shes cat-sitting or adopting at this point (I'm bringing my dog though).
I do know though, that I need this. I know that if I don't take this trip, I will suffer from the memory of every failure I've found in the last 3650 days. I do know that, I am excited to hop in my Toyota Prius tomorrow with my dog and hit Highway 1 South with the world as my Oyster.
I do know that this road trip will be the hardest thing to fail doing; and I desperately need a success.
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