MyFakeApp.com ; - )

Oh The Silly World Of Funny. 

Hopefully you know, I was April fooling you. There is no MyFakeApp.com site. lol. I do love to laugh, especially since I am grieving my brothers death. I'm also extremely worried about my brother in law, who was in ICU 3 days after I heard about my brother Mark. My brother in law, is only 35 years old, and he has a massive cancer tumor in his chest. They told him, you have 12 weeks to live. That's it! Isn't that something lovely, you'd like to hear?

So if life isn't super stressed, and sad right now, I may not be able to see the spring, if I don't laugh.

I laughed today, because my super beloved web/mobile team Chopdawgstudios founder Joshua Davidson pointed out, that I had bought a FAKE app. When I had realized what I had done, all I could do was laugh.

The App I wanted

I knew it wouldn't be the app I wanted for DigiThin but it's a start, and it will have one feature that I want, and that is to give free weight loss coaching tracks out. It will also expose DigiThin on another route, and after all, us startups should take all the exposure routes offered. 

I know exactly the app I want to build for DigiThin. I also know that the app I want will cost, yeah a little bit, way more then 5K. I know that. I've always known that. But I'm on the super LEAN startup mode now. I used up all the personal cash, and I would never ask family and friends, because, first of all, they  have never believed in me, secondly they all live on the other side. That's the side of, go to college, get a career, work it for 30 to 40 years, and then retire. None of the people in my life are startup people, they have no idea what that world is about. Sure I tell them bits and pieces, but they are trained the old way. Wipe ass for life!

Risk Takers Get To See Dreams Exposed

Me? I'm on the path of, I only have one life, so might as well take risk and see what happens, because the ordinary is predictable, but the risk takers, get to see the dreams exposed. Yeah, we get to walk into disasters and dig our way out, we get to stand before total failure and turn it around or die, we love that crap! Predictable regular show up for work life, well, that sucks! Startup life is never boring, never regular same old crap shit. Yeah there is crap in it, but it's never going to multiply to be the same thing day in and day out.  

I like adventure, I like different, I like creating gifts for humanity, I like meeting, and working with the people on my startup path, because they are the most interesting people I've ever met. So I bought a silly fake app, still it could bring me to the person I need to help me take my startup to the place I want. 

It's risk taking, and it's way better than working in a job that repeats itself over and over. At least for me, that's the way I see it.

Remember to spread your wings and fly! You only have one life, might as well try!

Happy April Fools Day : - )

What My Startup Office Looks Like

                                                                      

It's the office of all early startups. What ever you have you use. You like the pill bottle on the desk? That comes in handy!

The sticky notes are mostly crap, and  other things that deem important to me that I need them posted, because my mind can't hold all the sticky notes, so the wall works pretty good. I refer to them sometimes, really I don't need them. Weird.

My son painted his art on the wall as it used to be his room, and he hung up the Pink Floyd and Zepplin flags. I have created all my tracks in this room as the sound was perfect for recording. 

The very posh Entrepreneur Office, I would say. 

Yeah, I'm not a neat freak, that's because there is

so much work to be done on this startup, I've given up cleaning.

You should see my house, well no

you don't want to see it. 

Since I started my startup, I've stopped cleaning and cooking. No time for that crap.: - )

Some how dirt, dust and cleaning have no real importance anymore.

It's all startup life now. 

Following The Nag - Should You Build Your Startup?

The Crazies Run Wild Inside My Head. 
The startup I'm building is always on some path, that seems at times as if, I'm not really creating it myself. It's crazies running wild in my head. The startup seems to have it's own mind and desires. It's as if, it's an alien that invaded my body, and it must use me to become what it wants.

I used to feel like my startup was an alien egg inside my brain. That alien egg, bugged me to death to build it.

I remember when the idea was conceived, and the first three months, I would tell that alien, "NO WAY I'm not building you" I told that swirling thought to leave me alone, I was done with ideas. I'd spent too many years chasing them, just to see them fizzle out into the pile of failures. I didn't need another failure, and I told it, I'm done! I'm going to do what all the rest of the people do, get a real job and work at it for the rest of my life!

I Signed Up For School, Yet Again.
After all I couldn't break my record of going to college every decade of my life, could I?

She Walked In.
My teacher, who was also the head of the health and fitness program I was in. I sat there and looked around for the hidden camera's. This must be a set up to see if we judge, I thought. She must be wearing a fat suit, and they are recording our reaction to the sight that stood before us. We were in the fitness and personal training program and the head of it was OBESE? 

Well I wasn't thin or even close to my goal weight myself, but how could the head of the department of health and fitness be obese? This made no sense to me. It was like an alcoholic talking to A.A. members and preaching sobriety, then going home and getting drunk. After two weeks I could not take it any longer. I realized there were no cameras and it wasn't a set up.

So The Swirling Alien Egg In My Brain Had Made It's Point.
It won. I dropped out of school and started building the startup that I had refused to build. I knew why she was obese. I had the answer to why so may people struggle to lose weight and keep it off. But I didn't want to build it, because I was tired of failures. But that damn alien had won!

Now I'm Wandering Around The World The Alien Created.
This startup path has never stopped. It's morphed into one thing after the next. One problem turned into a choice to go this way or do that to fix it. It's lead me across the paths of many wonderful people. And the alien egg is so happy that it has hatched. Oh it could not be more happy to be given the chance to live. Even if that means torture to me.

I Have To Raise The Baby Monster.
Here I am, raising a baby monster. Hitting walls, roadblocks, and finding my way around them so I can take the baby where it wants to go. Some days I really feel like I'm just the guardian for the monster. I'm just the vessel it chose. There is nothing I can do now but keep going with it. The funny thing is, there are so many moments that I stand in AWE, because there I am on the next level of the build and all the pieces of it seem to be in perfect harmony. The people who are helping me at the time seem to be exactly the people in the aliens plan. The vision of the monster opens up a crack more, and I can see where it's going with that nagging it bugged me with the first three months. 

The Path
It couldn't be a more beautiful, frustrating path, overflowing with more knowledge then I could have ever learned in college. The best part of it, always is the people I meet on the path. Everyone of them have been the most interesting unique people I have ever met. 

Success? I don't worry about it to much. Because I know my job is to stay on the path, and the monster will take me there and more. I hope you will be on my path, because I'd truly love to meet you. : - )

Like Evan Williams said "Listen To What Keeps Nagging You" 
I read an article and I'm pretty sure it was Evan Williams the co-founder of Twitter who said the above statement. The monster did nag me, and I had to tell it to fuck off. But it finally made it's point to me and I started building. I don't know how successful DigiThin will be, but it seems to be on a path that feels ever so right. And as I've said in my article When Do You Call Your Startup A Failure? the answer is if you don't quit, it's never.

12 Weeks Till Death - My Defense Of Anonymous Apps and .....

This last week has been one of the hardest weeks I've had in a long time. Last Wednesday we got the news that they had found my brothers body, badly decomposed in his apartment in Arizona. He could have been dead for up to a week and a half. They do not know the cause of death. It could be suicide, or it could be natural causes. We have to wait months to find out.: - (

My brother Mark and I grew up like twins
Being only eleven and a half months apart. Of course my heart is broken all kinds of sideways. I have tried to keep up my websites and blogs, yet I find myself, not being able to do anything, but wander.

Then 3 days into hearing my brothers news, my 35 year old brother in-law was checked into ICU. He has cancer and it has doubled in size in 4 months and spread into his lungs. They said he has 12 weeks left to live. He is a newly wed of a little over a year, with a beautiful baby girl and super beautiful wife. If my mind isn't breaking into pieces of sorrow, my heart surly is. : - (

So here I am standing naked before you
In so many ways. I do not have the skills of grammar and knowledge that the men whom I hold as dear leaders in the startup, VC world. I'm Jana, who has a sixth grade level of grammar. I'm Jana who has an open mind that's bigger then the knowledge hoarders. (Not necessarily them)

Yes I appear to be a redneck to some, or maybe as a person with a low level of intelligence.  

The problem is, that's not really true. I have a mind, but I can not write it out or even speak it in a manner that conveys my true intelligence. My mind is trapped in me. This is my handicap, my burden, my struggle to be a business woman. All I can do is keep working on my lack of skills. 

The anonymous apps. Secret and Whisper. I don't know if there are any other anonymous sites or apps besides Secret and Whisper at this time. Apparently sites like this popped up about ten years ago on the web and fizzed out. I have read a couple of articles about them recently from men whom I admire as SUPER INTELLIGENT. I love those men, and hey I'm not attacking them in this article. But they are on the side of the negative aspect of these sites. Or what I think is, that the negative aspects is to much for them to bear, and they turn away with out remembering what startups do. The cruelty of human beings bullying, and saying hurtful things to others is not something they can take. Well me either! I've had a ton of bullies in my life. I hate bullies.  

The founders of startups create the idea..
Then they put that idea out to the users, and well the users use the app any way they see they can, and want to. So when anonymous they can be bullies, assholes,creeps, whores,sluts,bastards and anything that is as hurtful to others as possible. Of course I don't like that, but that is part of the package to get to the other place, the GIFT the startup is seeking to find. 

Every human being is born good
The behaviors they learn as they grow. Why can't we see the cruelty that we do to each other on these apps as a way to finally TEACH, a way that humans can behave with respect anonymously? Can it be that hard? I don't think so. Why can't we teach these young twenty somethings and teens whom now dominate these apps, how to be HUMAN? Is that so hard? They are kids, like we once were, and they have brains like we do. They are only doing what they have always known, what we passed down to them. Maybe we owe it to them to try.

I see these Apps as a breakthrough
When a founder is building a startup, it's just a tiny little idea, but the users are the most important factor, because they help shape the startup. With these anonymous apps, the line seems to be drawn. But I say, open up your minds, and lets shape them into the product that doesn't preach hate, proliferate bullies and hurt others. Help shape the apps into products that teach these young people how to think. How to be decent respectful human beings.It can't be that hard. But to turn away from it is,to continue on the behavior. To not want to be a part of it, and pretend it doesn't exist is not helping matters. Brains are needed here. 

It's Hard To See Who They Are
We have to see who they are and what they are doing. Yes it's hard to see the cruelty, sex and drug seeking kids that could be our very kids. But we have to see the whole picture to learn how to shape the app. 

There Is A Gift with Hurt Passed Around
Have faith, have courage and hope in mankind when the startups idea seems like a hate app. It's not. It's people creating gifts for humanity. And you must give it time to shape out. And that could take TIME. A lot of time to to see hurt passed around. So much time, you turn away in anguish. But we need you with your smart minds, you could help. 

I don't want these apps to die out this time around. I want all of us to help shape it. Because, I can see the gift, it's oozing out the side of it, but hidden by the hurtful stuff. Here is our chance to CREATE something together that helps people. 

Give anonymous apps a chance - and we could use your brains to help. : -)


Loving you all ~ I'm Jana the crazy long shot start up girl. I love you!

The Most Perfect Dead Bunny

3/19/2014  This is what I wrote the day my brother Mark died. 

It was warm again after another light dusting of snow in Denver. So nice so, I decided to clean up the sticks, that fall from the neighbors tree when the wind blows hard. It fills up my yard, and his yard with millions of broken sticks from the tree. I take care of his yard too.

It felt so great to be outside in the warm sun, picking up sticks. Then I saw it, some piece of funny looking trash. On second look, my mind finally put the pieces together and realized it was a dead bunny.

Now bunnies are rare in my neighborhood.

Ever since we moved here, you never saw a bunny. Years go by and not one bunny to be seen. Unlike my friends and family who live further south where there is ample supply of bunnies, so much so that they hate the little cute critters. We live closer in to the inner city. It's old town where I live, and the wild life has eaten most of the good pickings of bunnies in this part of town.

So to see a live bunny let alone a dead one is super rare for me. But there he was, the most perfect dead bunny I'd ever seen. I stood over him looking at him and wondered why had he died? There was no rip marks of an attack from the large pack of coyotes that run my hood. There were no crush marks from a car hitting the poor thing. It just lay there in the most perfect form, with out a scratch that I could see. It was laying just outside the big blue spruce tree in plane site, on it's side, as if to say to me, look at me!

I decided I should take a picture of this poor little bunny. Something was amiss and I wasn't sure what, but he had a story and I wanted to know it. I put some gloves on, and moved his body into a bag. I felt sad that it had to be a grocery bag and not some pretty decorated coffin of honor, but he was a bunny and the bag would be sufficient. Nothing appeared wrong with him from the outside, so I thought maybe he got into some kind of poison. It was as if, his life just ended in that spot for no apparent reason, like maybe he had a heart attack or something.

I picked up the little beautiful creature and gave him is burial in my trash can. I didn't want to see him rot and be eaten by maggots over the next few months, surly the trash can was a beautiful placement as any bunny could expect.

A few hours later my mom called.

She said, are you alone? Well yes and no, why? Well I got a call from the Arizona police and it's what we always have expected she said. I knew what she meant. My brother, he was dead. But I couldn't say it to her, I said WHAT? instead. She told me the story of how he's most likely been dead in his apartment for over two weeks and they just found him. We always expected suicide, but right now we don't know what, because he's been dead so long they don't know.

I thought about my bunny friend.

There had to be a connection. It was the most unlikely thing I could find in the yard. The perfect dead bunny. And now my brother was dead. The day turned into evening and the swirling thoughts in my head went from how I missed the opportunity to save my brother, to how was the bunny a part of it?

What was wrong with my senses? I used to always know when someone was going to die. I had a sixth sense about these things, and here my brother whom I grew up with like a twin, gave me no prior sense that something was wrong. I had no idea he was coming upon his death bed. Did he send the bunny to tell me something?

The bunny lay perfectly dead.

No trauma, was that what my brother was telling me? He died peacefully with no trauma? He died perfectly with no pain? He just died, that's all. Is that what my brother was telling me though the bunny?

He just died, that's all?

It's not a suicide it's not a murder, it's not old age death, it's just he died. He lay there unnoticed for over two weeks. He died lonely. Maybe he died from alcohol, but really he died lonely and alone. He pushed us away, he could not handle people loving him.

Loneliness is prevalent among us

I've seen it displayed on the last App I ever told my brother about. WhisperApp. In fact the very last text I sent my brother was this: “Hey check out WhisperApp, you might like it” I sent to him. But he could have been dead when I sent it. I think WhisperApp would have been a good place for him. He could have connected with humans, but had the anonymity he needed. He had a hard time getting close to people, yet that's what all lonely people want. They want other humans in their life. I see it every day on Whisper, lonely people seeking human contact.

My brother never responded to my last text. I don't know if he was dead at the time I sent it. I got a new phone and my old phone was wiped clean, so I don't know when I sent the text to him. The last time I ever got a response from him was shortly after the new year. I asked him if he got my package and he replied “Yes” that’s it. That's the last words from my brother to me. Yes. One word, his last word to me was, YES.

No Words For How I Feel

My brother....................has passed away. My heart is broken, we grew up like twins. He told us not to talk to him, he needed space from his family. I respected that. Yet, now I feel guilt for doing so. He was dead for up to two weeks before someone found him. I'm really lost and hurting...........

Ethical Lines Of Privacy In A World Of None

Someone mentioned to me at a meeting that, there is no more privacy with the internet. “We are all out there” the person said. It's so true, all of our social networks like Facebook, are ways we expose ourselves to others, not just our friends. Even if we don't want to.

One of my relatives is super freaked out by Facebook so much so, that some time ago this person sent out an email telling all the people they knew. “I'm not going to be letting this information out, because it's only for you, and not the world! If Facebook doesn't change then I'm out” This person was so upset that Facebook was going to somehow violate their personal life, that they were willing to just never get on Facebook.

Me, I'm different.
I could care less what the world knows about me, and what I've done. I'll show you all my skeletons in the closet and more if you like. But most people do not want to know the other persons skeletons, except paparazzi. Who the hell cares who fucked who, or who did drugs? When are we going to to get over that shit, I wonder.
The fact is, with all these social networks, and all of us using them, we're all in a great big circle at a campfire talking to each other.

“I love so and so from England, and so and so from South Africa pisses me off, and so and so from Detroit, well I love him!”

I'm not so afraid as my relative is. I'm jumping in and saying hello to the world, because that's how it is now. Everyone who joins a bunch of social networks is part of the giant circle. Welcome, to all my new friends!

Here is the part that bothers me.
The gadgets we use, and people putting spy ware on them. Today I read some upsetting article about how if you order certain new cell phones you can have it come with preloaded spy ware. This spy ware is to spy on the person using the phone. Hmmm. So one of the cells listed was mine! Yippy! My new cell phone comes with secret spy ware on it! This made me upset. Yet how can I be upset if I don't care what the world knows about me? Well here is my reason, and read it carefully, because this is true for you too!

Yes, I am a person who would tell anyone any skeleton about me.
That's a fact. But that's the point. I am the one who chooses to tell it if someone ask, or I feel like telling it. If someone spy's on me, and then spreads the dirty dirt of my skeleton I get really upset about that, THAT PISSES ME OFF! It's my dirt, and I want the right to expose that dirt when it's the time to expose it. I don't want some secret NOT-admirer spreading my dirt with out my approval. It's my dirt, let me spread it! It's not yours for the spreading!

When I share myself with the world, I share myself. I don't want some sneaky sneak, sneaking into my my mind and spilling the dirt before I do. That's insulting! It's violating, and it smells like rape of the mind to me.
For the sake of the world people, STOP spying. Everyone is going to tell their secrets or dirt one way or the other, but to extract that from ones personal private life is purely rape of the soul. How despicable you are to do it.

Let me tell you, when the internet first came out, and CHAT rooms were some big thing, well there I was watching t.v. and they told me I should check my kids chats. Even though I felt it was so wrong to invade my son's private life, I did it, because the t.v. told me it was being a good parent. I was so mad at myself for doing so. All he talked about in his chats, is the same things he would have talked about on the playground. It was none of my business! I believe every human being deserves the right to have a private life. A life where they share with you only what they want to. It's not like they are keeping the secret to Fort Knox. It's just that everyone of us has the right to choose what we tell one person and maybe we don't tell that to another. That's ethical, don't fuck with it!

When you choose to use spy ware and spy on your spouse or your kids, well, I believe you're really the asshole. 
The stupid paranoid idiot, who thinks by knowing more then what you were supposed to know, makes you one up on someone.
I never spied on my son after that. I felt that I had violated his personal world of his mind, and that only he has the right to share that with me if he wants too, if he chooses too.
He grew up to be a great human being, and one day I confessed to him what I had done. You know what he said when I told him, “I never spied on you again and I never will”, he said “Thank You Mom” the look in his eyes was pure sincere appreciation, that I didn't invade his childhood mind. I didn't invade is right to share what he wanted to share, with who he wanted to. That is the sacred ground. If you violate it because you're paparazzi, well your money seekers. If you violate it because you like the technology of spy ware, well then your an idiot, who doesn't care about scared ground.

Don't rape a person's soul by spying on them.
Who the hell cares if they cheat on you, or what ever you're looking for. It happened 50 years ago and the same things will happen today. Humans will still do what they want to do. You cant's stop those things even if you spy. We're humans, all of us deserve the right to a private life in our mind or with choosing who we share that private life with. When some freak spy ware asshole invades it, well that's trash, that's wrong.

Let us share our lives in this great big circle we are in of social networks. 
Keep the sacred, sacred. Everyone needs a personal ground they can be free in. Don't violate it because your curious, or you think you can change the outcome. Rape of the physical body is a crime, and rape of the mind, and what another does with that mind is sacred ground. Mess with it only if you are an asshole.

My Life For You

I thought I would share a part of my life with you, that you don't know about me. When I became a teenager I discovered I loved music. I went to over 200 rock concerts, well maybe more, maybe like 500. Many of them I bought one ticket and went alone. I loved live music, and it didn't matter the genre. 

I have a clip book filled with a ton of lyrics I wrote. I never liked calling them poems, because there always was a tune playing in my head when I wrote the words down. Like tonight. I had a tune in my head and the words just came out. If only I was a musician,then I could have been the rock start I dreamed about. 

I haven't had a song play in my head in years, but tonight I did. So I wrote it down and here it is for you. Maybe someone out there has the same tune playing in their head, but they just need the words, well here they are.

I Have A Gift

I have a gift . . . . . . . . (Sung all beautiful to piano)

It's not covered in roses or ice cream, it's a bloody life of struggle and a dream

All the fighting, inside of me ( higher pitch with a yelling voice )

Living right next to each other, like you and I

Everyone takes a path while I watch him die. . . . . . . . . . . .

I have a gift . . . . . . . . . .

It's not wrapped in pretty paper, or delivered with a smile

Dripping with the cutting words you pushed me down with

All this hurt. . . . All this life living in the pain

Everyone takes a path while I stand and look down it

From what I can see all the paths are filled.......... except mine

There is a place for you, there is a place for me

Yet I choose to mess with destiny

I can not be one of the everlasting empty

The overly abundant lonely. . . . . . . . . ..

Yeah, I have a gift and it's not paying the bills

They were walking down, like it's the only road

Shouting out like they think they have life's drink

Pushing others to the side as if they were useless

I'm standing there thinking, were in a mess . . . . . . .

I have a gift. . . . …. . . .. . .

It's not covered in roses or ice cream

It's a bloody life of struggle and a dream

People living like there is no meaning

And me, I carry the gift. . . . . for all of them. . . .. . .. . .

It's not covered in roses.... . . . … . . .

I would write sung by and put a known artist name like: Christina Aguilera, so that someone would know what sound the song should have. Since I can't write music. I think she could do wonders for these words of mine. : - )

Dear WhisperApp Users, You're Building A Gift For Humanity

Today I read a post that said “Whisper has changed so much since I first started using it” I didn't get to talk to them to find out what they meant. Did they like how it changed or not, I wondered. The fact is, that WhisperApp will always be changing. This is a part of how social networks develop over time, because of YOU the User.

I have only been using WhisperApp for a month or so. Therefore I do not know what it was like in the past.  I've deleted the app, many times, just to turn around after suffering withdrawal to the point I had to re-install it pronto! I wanted to share some insights with you that I can't say in a short Whisper post. So here it is.

WhisperApp is a gift for humanity and this is why. They have opened up a boundary that we have never crossed before. We get to know what other people have carried around in their head for years and never told a soul. You have probably seen your own secrets in others' post. I have. It's nice to know, I'm not the only one with that secret.

I know that many of you do not like all the sex post. Some women do not like the dic pics, where others do. I can't say what WhisperApp will do about the sex post because I do not work for them. Yet I have a very high suspicion that they will most likely break that off into another app, or make it a category where only people who want the sex stuff will see it. The thing is USERS shape the app. The apps theme is to post your secret, yet users have decided how they want to use the app, and it's not just the sex post, there are all kinds of post that have nothing to do with a secret. Sometimes someone just tells a joke, or post “Have A Super Happy Day People” or “I got hired!”

Among all these posting, someone will occasionally post how they “hate Whisper and there is nothing but stupid people on it.” We are all on it together, young and old, dumb and smart, cute and homely, yet all beautiful people. We all have something to contribute to shaping this app. We have some work to do on learning how to get along, but we can shape the app and grow together on this journey into building this gift for humanity. Lets start with the one thing people might be missing by only reading the post. The PM room.

If you haven’t had a great conversation in the PM room, well you might be missing one of the greatest areas of this gift. I was reluctant to tell this story in my past articles about WhisperApp, because I value the PM rooms privacy and the apps anonymity. Yet I feel at this time it's important to tell this story. I have no idea who I talked to, don't even know if it was a man or a woman. One day I replied to a PTSD post. I said that I have PTSD but it's not from military service. Quickly the person pm'd me. They wanted to know what my PTSD was from, since most of the cases are military. I told the person it was from two things, an extremely violent attack, and also from being bullied for 6 years. Then I asked, how do you deal with your episodes? The person answered I curl up in a ball in my bed crying and wish I could stop seeing his face. I asked who's face? The face of the boy I shot and killed in front of his mother, the person answered. If this gift for humanity was not in place for us to use, then I, and that person would not have been able to help each other that day. Our secrets, our struggles would just be wrapped up inside our heads tormenting us. We were able to set them free a little bit more.

Open up your mind to what this app can become. Take a risk and talk to someone about your secret. Journey into the PM room, and help someone. You are part of creating a gift for humanity, how beautiful is that?

P.S. Grammar Police, I'm trying!

Deep Into Your Startup

When you're deep into your startup, it's an amazing world of constantly meeting people who inspire different ideas that spawn in you.

These ideas shape your next move. The road I'm on must certainly be the correct road, because it's filled with the most interesting people I've ever met. Almost all of them have come to me by social networks.

I arrange meetings with some of them in real life that live in my city, and they are ever so beautiful. To see the shinning light of a startup in someone's eyes is like seeing sunlight cut the sky. The frustration that comes with building a startup always has this beautiful light overpowering it to carry the builder to the next level.

For my startup, DigiThin. I think I'm now leaving all the beginning struggles, and I'm standing in front of the door of traction. It's a fucking giant door! It's super heavy, yet I'm strong enough to push it open. I've got the door cracked, and now I will push my startup into the world of Angel's and VC's.

Once my traction starts getting numbers that add up to impressive, well, a new set of amazing people will start talking to me. : - ) I can't wait to hear what they say. Especially the ones on my mother fucking list of  People Who Don't Believe In Your Idea!

You see, I'm on the path, and I'm not stopping, because I've always believed in the idea, but not always in myself. I also know that the idea has not fully developed. My idea isn't the answer, it's the instrument to get users to chime in and create the product that makes people happy. My idea is not the final product. The final product is the creation of both the founder and the users. It's the only way to make the best gifts for humanity.

~ with love Jana

Keep building your startup! 

The List Of People Who Don't Believe In Your Idea

It's A Hard Road Of Rejection To Build A Startup. 

Yet, I've read countless stories of the successful startups, and so many of them went through the rejection period of horror! It's way worse than dating, I assure you. If you think it hurts to be rejected by that girl you have a liking for, it really hurts when someone, treats you like you're a total piece of shit and your idea is worthless! Yep, you suck!

You see, you have spent countless hours, and cash creating your idea, and someone pays about as much attention to it as “Oh you wiped your ass today, who cares?”

I remember watching a video of the man who created Mint. I cannot remember the exact number of rejections he had, but it was something like 77 times. He asked 77 investors to believe in his idea and they all said. “No one is going to give you their personal banking information.” No thanks.

Think about being rejected 77 times! Would that not hurt? If you had asked out the same girl, or all different women 77 times and you were rejected by all of them, you'd feel like a fucking loser! Your mind would tell you all kinds of lies, to get you to believe it's true, you're a loser! Your idea is stupid!

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So I created the list of people who reject me.

I write down everyone's name, and business. Then I add my comments as to what they said. Example: Name: Sleepy Profession: Ivy League business analyst. Reason: He called me stupid. You see, one day I'm going to pull that list out, one day I'm going to send each and everyone of them a gift. Thank you for rejecting me, you hurt me just enough to make me want to prove I could do it. : - )