As I sat finalising the business plan for a potential investor, I watched Mr. Jobs Stanford speech. A heaviness came over me at the thought of external investment, potentially prioritising churning out profitability at the expense of my dream.
I do not have to become a slave to my dream. Just as the alphabet doesn’t have to go from A-Z. We can take pieces of it and instead write beautiful poetry.
Something tells me I have everything I need and do not have to compromise the thing I love. Where there is a will there is always a way!