Chapter 7

           IreallymeanitwhenIsayit:Iwasfortunate.

           Igraduatedcollegein2007,justintimeforthefinancialcollapseandGreatRecession,andattemptedtoentertheworstjobmarketinmorethaneightyyears.

           Aroundthesametime,Ifoundoutthatthepersonwhowassublettingoneoftheroomsinmyapartmenthadn’tpaidanyrentforthreemonths.Whenconfrontedaboutthis,shecriedandthendisappeared,leavingmyotherroommateandmetocovereverything.Goodbye,savings.Ispentthenextsixmonthslivingonafriend’scouch,stringingtogetheroddjobsandtryingtostayinaslittledebtaspossiblewhilelookingfora“realjob.”

           IsayIwasfortunatebecauseIenteredtheadultworldalreadyafailure.Istartedoutatrockbottom.That’sbasicallyeverybody’sbiggestfearlateroninlife,whenconfrontedwithstartinganewbusinessorchangingcareersorquittinganawfuljob,andIgottoexperienceitrightoutofthegates.Thingscouldonlygetbetter.

           Soyeah,lucky.Whenyou’resleepingonasmellyfutonandhavetocountcoinstofigureoutwhetheryoucanaffordMcDonald’sthisweekandyou’vesentouttwentyrésuméswithouthearingasinglewordback,thenstartingablogandastupidInternetbusinessdoesn’tsoundlikesuchascaryidea.IfeveryprojectIstartedfailed,ifeverypostIwrotewentunread,I’donlybebackexactlywhereIstarted.Sowhynottry?

           Failureitselfisarelativeconcept.