I have always fancied the life of an entrepreneur.
“I have good ideas,” I think to myself. “How romantic would it be to seize one of them, start my own business, and be my own boss? Wouldn’t it be nice to have all the control?”
Then I talk with friends of mine who run their own companies, and I immediately come back to reality.
The entrepreneur’s life is as daunting as it as rewarding. Such a person must serve as a company’s permanent last line of defense, working to exhaustion to push forward his or her product. One must possess an extraordinary drive and passion to do it well. When I remember that, I more greatly appreciate my non-entrepreneurial existence.
But at the Olympics, I get a taste of what such a life would be like.
And, it turns out, I’m a pretty demanding boss.