In 8 months a few friends and I created a company that went from garage to being featured in the world’s largest magazines. We were able to fund some cutting-edge technology that was our passion all the while not owing a dime. We had a fairly large following of die-hard supporters.
This week we’re selling off our baby so we all make a little bit. I’m sure we could have made so much more, but the act of creating, managing, and saying goodbye was so filled with intensity I’m not sure I could have handled it.
Maybe the problem for me is in the definition of this goal. I would say this was a huge success from our intial vision. Problem is, today my new start-up has higher stakes. At this rate next year I simply won’t be happy if we are where my old hart was. “Success” is an unacheievable goal in the long run because expectations are always elevating, but short-term I think I’ve won.
