Why My First Business Succeeded (Part I - Starting Out)
Grow Your Business, Not Your Inbox
I was an entrepreneur in my younger years. Yes, it's true. Sure, I'm a blogger now. Sure, you could say that I did the whole thing backwards, I suppose. But I was a businessman once.
Long ago, I was very much the creative type: I painted, I danced, I wrote songs. But I still wanted to run a business. My friends didn't understand. My teachers kind of understood. My family understood, but didn't know how to help me.
I originally wanted to turn my house into a drive-thru. My father called the city planner (supposedly) and it was a no-go. There were apparently some residential vs. commercial zoning laws I was spectacularly unaware of. I cried about it the whole day. I mean seriously cried. I'm talking goose-stomping and locking myself in my room.
Come on though, I just wanted to start a business.
Oh...did I not mention that I was 6?
Ok, well, anyway, I was 6 years old and my father was crushing my dreams.
"No, I'm sorry, Jake, we can't turn the van into an ice cream truck," he once told me, even after I explained the logistics of him driving around and my mom buying all of the supplies at the grocery store. I thought my father would be in for it. It meant that he could quit his job and just work local neighborhoods with me.
"What about a restaurant?" I asked my mother.
"Well, how are you going to do that?" she replied.
I sighed, before snapping my fingers and running off. I grabbed my magic markers and started work on my first business plan.
And thus began the adventure of me (pictured in the bow-tie below, posing with two employees) starting my first business.