But jesus, starting Spun has been so incredibly hard for me. I feel like I'm drinking from the firehose. I know my shit upside down backwards and fucking cold. But so much stuff comes up, like hiring people and finding funding, and weird "ZOMG your clearance is valid" and other people wanting me to work for them, and needing office space, and holy shit, it's really, really, really hard to do this!
Don't ever decide you want to start a space company, or a startup, or a company without physical offices unless you already have deep pockets (in which case, you're not hungry enough to succeed), you're so ambitious you scare some of your friends (but if nobody's scared, there's no risk, which means there's no venture, which means your startup is a fucking corner bodega), and be prepared to stay up all night thinking about hiring people, what the website should look like, and, god, am I really up for this?
Yeah, man, I fucking am. Spun is going to kick so much ass when we get our offices squared away that people will be blown the fuck away. I mean, you can't do that! is going to be continually answered by "sir, please step behind the yellow line or you will be charred by the rocket plume coming out of that engine, there."
I had no idea. I can't stop now. I'm shaking my head, like, what have I gotten myself into, but I know it's the future. And I am grabbing onto that future with both hands so tight that we're gonna fucking get there.