Pulling a Cortez
Get rich or die tryin’ – 50 Cent
Over lunch with a smart friend, I mentioned this fantasy I had a few weeks ago – of finding someone to replace me, turning over the reigns of the company, and just walking away. I’ve vested enough so that when the company makes it, I’ll be just fine. It was after a particularly long stretch of work, weeks and weeks of all-nighters. Good stuff, mind you, but sometimes I feel like I’m in a marathon made of a series of sprints.
After I shared this fantasy, I stopped, looked at him, then burst out laughing. “I can’t walk away,” I said. “I’ve put all the money I had into this, all my waking hours, even my dreams are about work, and when I’m not working I’m still thinking about work. I have no choice but to pull this off!”
Of course, the fantasy of walking away was just a momentary one. You couldn’t pay me enough to leave. As I look back at the choices I’ve made, the other opportunities I’ve given up – the ships burning behind me – even if I was to put my obsessive drive aside, I would have no choice but to move forward.
Crazy as that sounds, it’s a good place to be. If you’ve founded something and taken it to its full conclusion, you know what I’m talking about.