I consciously tried to keep two things at the forefront as I investigated this potential venture. One aspect proved to be a relatively low bar, while the other continues to present challenges and consternation.
For the easy thing: I asked for help. Historically, and especially so in my 20’s, this wasn’t the easy thing. If I couldn’t immediately find a solution to a problem, my inclination would be to “figure it out.” If I’m honest with myself, that mindset likely originates from a place of shame, fear and embarrassment. In my head, at the time, asking for help was inextricably linked to the shameful admission of ignorance. I saw this as weakness.
Today, a deeply seasoned, mature 30-something (waka-waka!), I sought out answers to questions, asking for help often, admitting straight-faced my ignorance on a given topic and, most importantly, demonstrating an openness and receptiveness to new information conveyed by others. Maybe that’s a sign of maturity, maybe that’s just maintaining humility and a country-boy “oh shucks” attitude of honesty, innocence and integrity.
This works. At least it did (does) for me. Most folks are happy to help you in some fashion if you ask for help in the right way, whether that applies to entrepreneurship or your coffee order.
And then it starts working…
People do support you and your vision, either directly or indirectly. Things start to happen… The snowball builds as it rolls downhill.
More important than any idea, however, is the associated realization. The fact that so many people are not only willing to lend you a hand, but also give words of encouragement, a tacit approval of your idea and a sign of love and/or mutual respect.
Your heart swells, bolstered by the reinforcement and your hyperdrive steams forward, propelled by positivity.