Building Multiple Startups At The Same Time

The gift my father gave me is something that may be slipping from our culture. I don't think I've ever mentioned the idea to my own children, and I'm not sure it was or is learned in school each generation like they do a playground song or game "ring around the rosy" "Simon says".

It's the belief in "The American Dream". The idea of you can do anything and be anything you want in America. The dream is filled with hope, and the thoughts of success are here for everyone, and anyone. Yeah, my dad, he loved "the American dream, " he was filled with it, overflowed with it, but he never chased it. 

He was a sightseer of the American Dream. Every time he saw someone inventing some great idea he would point it out to me. "Can you believe someone made a million dollars from that?" he would say to me. I remember growing up in school, the American dream was there too. Us kids always dreaming about how it would be ours one day. It was one of the greatest fantasy's of childhood.

Now I'm Building Multiple Startups At The Same Time

Yep, I can't help it, my dad's gift to me became an infection in my soul that spread into my brain. For some reason or another I'm producing a bit of a surplus. Darn it! It's getting a little bit hard. 

I can't not chase them. I can't just write down some notes on one and say, oh when I'm done pushing DigiThin, to someplace better, then I will work on the next one. No, it doesn't work like that in my brain. If the brain wants them out, I have to do something about them now. 

EavesdropApp has been bugging my head for a few months. It's getting mad at me because I haven't gotten too far with it. Ugh, okay, I'm working on it!

My new one has been swirling in my head about two weeks now. I couldn't really pin it down. A whisper of a thought shot out, but the idea was almost like it wasn't really formed enough to even be a thought. It was more like I could feel it, but not be able to think it. As it spun around my brain it picked up a little piece of information from all the data in my head, and spit out another piece to me last night. 

"Ahhh, you mother f*****, there you are!" the swirling thought drops into my lap, and I have another baby startup to build. Who put this startup slot machine in my head; and it keeps landing on three "Build Me Now" matching tiles? 

Hmmm : - ) this is the part of The American Dream that's not part of the dream. It's the part you only get to experience if you chase The American Dream, if you decide to no longer be a sightseer. 

Happy Fathers Day Dad. I love you!