How I Dumbed My Way Out of Failure
The worst moment in my life was when I thought I was at the peak of my intelligence.
I honestly thought I was the smartest person on the planet.
I had built and sold a company that year, something I had never done before. I had started another one that was going to eventually raise $100 million. And in the prior few years I had finally achieved the rank of “master” in chess tournaments.
I was a GENIUS!
If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere! I was so high on myself I’d walk in the middle of the street and cars would swerve to avoid me.
I bought a house. I bought art. I flew helicopters rather than drive a few miles.
I invested in companies. I played poker every night and quickly got good enough to play against the professionals of that time.
Genius! Genius! Genius!
The next 11 yeas was disaster after disaster. Nothing good at all happened except the birth of two baby girls.
But even that wasn’t so great. Diapers are disgusting and all they did was cry.
And changing diapers is a lot more complicated than people think. You have to clean out every speck of S***T down there. They didn’t teach what was down there in Biology 101.
And if you go on vacation with babies your only job is to keep them alive.
And the beach is gross. It’s like lying on dirt and rocks while you try to read a book. Oh, and you have to keep your babies from dying.
But I’ve gone off on a tangent.