“Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.”
– Benjamin Franklin

Ah, the first post. This should be something super plastic and upbeat, welcoming you to my long-overdue blog detailing the unimportant-yet-still-important details of my little life.

..Nah. Honestly, I’m here because I’m after something more.

I’m a businesswoman. Not because I spent 4 years earning a degree in finance. And not because I walk out of my apartment in button downs and high heels each morning for work.

To be honest, I’ve always had a mind for business – from my first lemonade stand, graduating into the sno cone business, which led to selling antenna balls at craft shows, to spending summers growing seedlings to sell for $1.00, to even selling makeup in high school. There is nothing more exciting to me than the prospect of taking an idea, investing my heart and soul into its fruition, and inviting others to believe in me and my product or service. I’m an entrepreneur.

Going to business school did teach me something very, very valuable though – a great idea can fail without a great business plan, just as an awful idea will fail no matter how great your execution.

So here I am, $50K in student loan debt, working the ole’ 8-5 at a desk job in which I’ve never met my manager or team because they live across the globe. And although I am lucky (and grateful) to have had a job right out of school, I’ll admit that I’m suffocating.

One year past graduation, and I’m tired of waiting. Tired of making minimum payments on my debt, tired of feeling dumbed down by the nature of the work I’m paid to do, and tired of feeling like maybe I should accept the obvious state of the “real world.”

So I’m back – the girl who worked 2-3 jobs at a time through college, who juggled school and leadership positions simultaneously and seamlessly. I’m 23 years old – I’m ready to accept less sleep, sacrifice what’s comfortable to me, and take on the world full-throttle.

Here we go.