One morning last week I got an email from a longtime correspondent and sometime customer. In its entirety:
Subject line: You work so hard.
Body copy: I respect that so much.
I tried to tell her how much it meant to me.
When I agonized over borrowing money to buy my company, a friend of mine said, “Being your own boss is worth a lot of money.”
And he was right.
I’ve never for a fleeting second regretted owning a company. Running this organization—and doing so with the gems I work with—has always felt like my very destiny. Or this rather pronounced part of my destiny, anyhow.
But there are very occasional moments—though they were a little more prevalent than usual during this year, I admit—when I became conscious of vaguely wishing I did have a boss, to just tell me what a hard worker I am, and what a conscientious guy—and to give me a gold star for my forehead.
So thanks, Elizabeth.