I’m 66 and I sold the business I built over two decades for more money than I ever thought I’d see — and I spent the first week staring at my bank account trying to figure out why I didn’t feel anything, and I finally understood that the money was never the point, the building was the point, and once it was gone I had to meet the version of myself who wasn’t building something anymore
The morning after the sale went through, I woke up at 5:30 like I had for forty years. Except this ...
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