Nine Hundred And Forty-Four Days

My career as a small business owner will end nine hundred and forty-four days after I began it. On August 17th, all my store debts will be settled, and I will have to find a real job.

I don’t want to discuss the details. Suffice it to say that the obstacles I placed in the path of my stores success ultimately outstripped my talent and financial reserves.

The store looks pretty much the same as it did yesterday, or last week, but it already feels dead. A hollow vegetable on life support sucking more resources than it can generate. I don’t know for sure if the effort was doomed from the start, or if I didn’t work hard enough, or if I made stupid decisions, or maybe all of the above. The only certain thing is that it’s time to pull the plug.

I keep trying to remind myself that failure is as important a component to a free-market economy as success. But goddamn if it doesn’t sting like a sumbitch.

But like Ike said in December 1944, this is to be seen as an opportunity, not a disaster.

Time to do something else.