I lost out on millions.
I could've been set for life.
But instead I took a major L.
You know what's even worse?
I was the only one to blame.
In 2018, I had an idea for an app where everyone would take a picture at a random time during the day with the front and back camera.
Sounds familiar?
Well, it should.
Because it exists and it's worth over 600 million dollars.
It's Be Real and It hurts just thinking about it.
My idea was absolutely fire, but that's exactly what the problem was. It stayed an idea - never made it past my own thoughts. I didn't execute at all.
I got trapped by my own doubts and fears. I was worried I'd fail. I was worried I'd get laughed at. So I didn't even bother trying.
Instead of pursuing greatness, I ran from my own potential.
Don't make my mistake man. Pursue your dreams and don't let worries hold you back. Give your all to your ideas and execute.
Execute. Execute. Execute.
Handle your business like your life depends on it.
Even if you take an L on the first try, get back up and go harder.
I know you'll make it eventually.
I believe in you.
Just a peek at what I worked on last week
Designed a pitch deck for @munkaiArt , a digital literature & comics platform helping creators earn by publishing and readers from reading.
I also help founders build pitch decks that convert. Let’s talk.
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Writers eating. Readers winning.
Me:one motivational tweet away from dropping $500 on a VPS because this is the month we go global 💻🔥 and explaining it to @halfdobis with a PowerPoint titled “It’s called vision, bro.”
Come earn before I break the budget 😎
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“You shouldn’t have seen that”.
He said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Anita felt her heart pound harder in her chest. She wanted to speak, to shout, to accuse him of the betrayal she had just witnessed. But the words wouldn’t come. She didn’t know if she could handle the truth, if she could handle what she was learning about the church that had been her refuge for so long.
“I had to know”, she finally managed, her voice shaky but firm.
“I had to know if what you’re doing here... if what the Apostle is doing here... is really about faith.”