10:30 AM Tuesday January 29, 2013… Currently listening to Skin Of a Drum

I just read the blog post of Amy Jo Martin. “Lonely At The Top” is the name of the post and refers to the name of a recent meetup. It’s hitting me hard now. I didn’t know Jody Sherman. His name seemed familiar. I came across the name of his company recently. But I never put a face to the name. It wasn’t real.

But the idea of this man does mean something real to me. The entrepreneur. The renegade.  It’s where I want to be. To be among the CEO/Founders/Developers that I look up to in my community.
I recently quit my “day job”. I took the leap. Leap of faith. I believed. Finally. I would succeed at this. It would work out.  I would be the entrepreneur.  The renegade.

It would be hard…
And rewarding…
I’d never regret anything…
But why did it take me so long to jump?

I tease my entrepreneur friends for being lonely – for needing to work among people. I most look forward to locking myself into my home office with no distractions and no conversations. Just grinding it out.
They all say…
You’ll see.

Now… After the news that Jody may have taken his own life,  so soon after Aaron Swartz… I want to run back to the safety of my comfortable 8-5 developer/manager role.

Currently listening to: Auditorium w/ the Ruler

Still what I must come to terms with is that this community is shoulder to shoulder. Strength in numbers, all of us looking to the future. But often we should remember to turn to our left. To our right. Check on each other.
Instead of talking about our projects and our market share.
Our social media strategies.
We should ask about how we feel.
Our families.
Talk about laughs and sports and TV.
Enjoy our friendship and our community for the people that it brings into our lives.
We should share our life.
Talk about what it means to be a man or a woman. A mother or a father. Talk about vacations.
Let’s talk about music
And art
And take a break.

Currently inspired by: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream

Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.…

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.