The first time I had the taste of the entrepreneur bug, I felt alive.
I started my own side-hustle and made some extra change. I was able to afford the little luxuries I hadn't been able to afford before. I had a team who I could teach and who trusted me to lead.
Then, my first business failed.
It didn't fail because the demand for product wasn't there. And it sure didn't fail because I did something wrong, so to speak...
It failed on the account that I was in the 2nd grade and my business was selling origami boxes to kids at school. Yup, that's right. I was 7-years-old with a spark to build something great. To some, I was just folding paper and coloring stuff, but through my eyes, I was building an empire. At a young age, I noticed a need and tried to fulfill that need. Just so happened to be that that need was a cute, customized origami box for your crayons that would sit on your desk which sold at 10 cents a box. I know--I was living the high-baller life. Hey, those elementary chocolate chip cookies weren't gonna buy themselves. But according to my school principal, that was a no-no.
The day my first business failed, I learned a few life lessons. So here's what I learned:
So, if I learned all that from "failing" by "folding paper and coloring stuff", then I guess it's not all that bad, right?