I am a failed business owner. No matter how many different ways I try to rationalize what happened when my business closed its doors, the simple truth of the matter is my business failed and as a business owner, I failed.
Oh, how wonderful it was to climb to the top. Gaining recognition at small, niche conventions like Gnomedex, to becoming the dominant local website provider for the local community. It was genuinely exciting getting more phone calls, more requests for bids, and high profile contracts for the city and larger, well known clients.
Sadly, differences between myself and my partner led to the company’s demise. Our inability to reconcile required us to liquidate and close our doors. It was a tragedy. We both have creative ways of blaming each other, but the bottom line is we never should have started a business together. That was the first failure, and one that I take 100% responsibility for. Further, when problems began to arise, it was easy for me to dismiss them. Lastly, I lost interest entirely when it was no longer fun… when it became a target for financial acquisition by the woman I was divorcing, the business became a weight, a burden, a source of true angst. It had become 100% of my identity and it was now simply an item on the bargaining table in a divorce. And I sat in submissive silence and let it all slip away. Yes, years later, I see this as my fault.
Nevertheless, people still approach me with business opportunities. They seem so eager. Of course, I’m completely hesitant. I don’t identify myself as an effective business man, while I truly used to believe that I was. I reference my failure with my business, but these people dismiss it. It’s truly odd. But I reject all business plans with my name as part of the proposal and wish these people well only to have them return months later, or have new people approach me with similar proposals.
My point? Despite the temptation to jump aboard and enjoy the thrilling ride of taking an idea and making it a business reality, I won’t do it. I still don’t believe I’m an effective business man. There’s something I’m missing and until I can put my finger on what that is, I can’t in good conscience pursue business opportunities with a partner. It just doesn’t make sense.
Instead, I’ll stick to the things I enjoy, such as my career, my family, my project cars, restarting this sorry blog and getting into media distribution as a hobby.
And so it begins… long winded posts about stuff that only I could ever possibly find interesting. Yes, blogs are the devil.