I’m starting this because I want to remember. Not the events — those I can look up. I want to remember what it felt like.
VC, then operator, now builder. Each shift felt obvious in the moment and strange in retrospect. That’s probably how it always works.
The plan: one entry per year, minimum. Longer if something happened worth writing about. Compile it into a book when I’m fifty.
Why a book?
Because a blog disappears. A book stays. I want something I can hand to someone — or just read alone at fifty and feel the distance between who I was and who I became.
This is year one. Not much to show yet. But the point is to start.