DON’T BE BASIC
On 4/20, I woke up in Motel 6, my cat pacing back-and-forth on the bed and my anxiety level hovering just below panic. No, this wasn't an early start to a 420 weed infused bender, it was my first day of 500 Startups. As I prepped for the day, the words of "encouragement" my uncle gave me the night before echoed in my head, “Are you sure you want to do this? I'm really not sure your business is a good idea. Wouldn't it be easier to marry a rich guy or sell insurance? We’re all waiting for you to have kids.” Yes, I’m 31 and my eggs might be shriveling up. Noted. After blasting a bit of Kanye and snapping a quick selfie to capture the last of my Venice Beach babeness (before this program makes me look like Obama) - I headed to the Mountain View.