Do you build your life for yourself or other people?

The fool's errand

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I used to tear myself up that I hadn’t achieved all the things I should have.

I wasn’t running my own business by 24.

I wasn’t on the Forbes list.

People didn’t think I was brilliant.

I couldn’t comprehend the fact that I hadn’t made it by now. This wasn’t in my life plan. I should have been further ahead by now. I would pine over people my age. They were hugely successful and here I was, working a corporate job I didn’t like.

I would go to bed each night telling myself I needed to be better. Wake up each morning with the energy to do better but directionless.

I wanted to scream at the world. I spent my evenings desperate, my weekends trying to build a business in 2 days only for me to grow bored of the idea in a few weeks.

People do funny things when they are clouded by desperation.

I was so desperate.

I’d always pictured myself doing big things. I grew up obsessing over house-flipping programmes and Dragon’s Den.

I used to read business books growing up.

I thought I knew what it meant to run my own business — I thought it was easy and so when it…