It's 11:39pm and instead of spooning with my significant other or at minimum, sleeping I am up typing another blog for my business. Can I do this tomorrow? Of course, but why? Tomorrow will only bring new demands to my day and I will have to conquer those before the following day.
This cycle never seems to end and as fatigued as I become, my commitment to my goal to be successful in my start-up outweighs any relationship, logic, and lately food.
I casually graze all day rather than sit down and actually enjoy a meal.
I joined an online dating service and have no time to reply to potential love interests. When I tell them that I am busy launching my own business they all seem excited and no sooner than a few days they have long given up on me, due to my tardy and brief replies which only serve as obligatory echoes to their valiant attempts at capturing my attention.
No, I don't spoon with anyone at night. I don't have leisure conversation. I don't spend more than 30 minutes in the gym when I actually make it there. I don't eat dinner with my family. I use every free moment to mult-task. This means that I make business calls while walking, waiting, emailing, and driving. My phone is constantly burning from the heat of a android pressed against it. I purchased a portable charger so I wouldn't need an outlet. All this to say that I won't stop. I'm too close. Business is picking up. Money is coming in. I am isolated from recreational socialization and insulated with the beginnings of a successful business.
I spoke with a friend yesterday, whose husband is an aspiring businessman. His business has yet to truly thrive, and all of his profits go back into the business. Now that he has had a taste of entrepreneurship, he refuses to go back to the confines of a 9-5 and remains on his seemingly aimless quest to achieve his dream. His wife has grown tired of his venture and resents his selfish motivation to stay the path despite the deficit of income within the household. Still, he endures her tirades and nurses his startup addiction with an unlimited investment of time.
We really don't know when to stop do we?
The fact that I don't have a spouse certainly works to my benefit. I can only imagine adding dinner plans and sex to my already demanding schedule. Who has time for that? If I didn't have a dishwasher I would have been eating meals off of paper towels and foil sheets.
I'm not perfect. I'm not in a relationship. I'm an entrepreneur. The further I progress down this path, that somehow leads up to success the less I see myself deviating from it. I'm an entrepreneur, I'm a horrible at relationships,...unless it's business, of course.
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