Once upon a time, I started my own dot-com. I thrived on the eighteen hour days. Living in airports, the unending emails, the pressure. I told myself it was all worth it. Every day, until it became my mantra. Until I became my mantra. Because in the end there was the rush
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Thanks for the reblog, Scott. I’m glad this story spoke to you. Best regards. 🙂
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