In 30 days, my startup will be be dead
Almost 2 years ago today, I quit my day job and started building something. After months of customer development, discussions with my wife about my plans, savings and sleepless nights, I finally decided to take the plunge.
That day I quit my job marked the beginning of an epic roller coaster ride. One that saw me hit the top of TechCrunch, hire employees and become a rising star in the technology world. Glowing in our newfound success and ramen-riches, we got an offer that seemed to be the key to making it huge. We were offered a spot in a very well known accelerator.
They say accelerators speed up success and failure, in our case, all it sped up was our ability to play the startup game
The day we set foot into the doors of the accelerator, we had a business that DHHĀ would be proud of. Bootstrapped, lean and already providing (in a small way at least) for the needs of my family and that of my co-founder. Over the next 3 months, our initial desire to not raise a seed round was dismissed and we were thoroughly convinced that we had to continue on the VC rocket-ship in order to matter to anyone. My reluctance to do this was met by scoffs and dismissals from many others in the accelerator cohort (most of which have since gone on to fail hard) as well as by the mentors and investors who had offered their time, network and resources to help us succeed. This is where we made the first in a series of many mistakes
We listened to our investors
They were proven entrepreneurs that had made millions (sometimes nefariouslyā¦) and they believed in us. If only we would:
āMake feature X freeā
āStop focussing on revenue, someone else will pay the billsā
āGrow $VANITY_METRIC so you can show a hockey stick at demo day and look goodā
āCut out that pesky client that generates 80% of your revenue, theyāre a distraction on the road to executing $OUR_BIG_VISIONā
We drank the Kool-Aid and went all-in. By the time demo day came around, we had cheques being written and were all over the press. Still, I had this nagging feeling eating away at me. That nagging feeling was disbelief.
I didnāt believe the shit I was selling investors. This was not the company I put my life on the line to build.
We raised our round, closing up early so we can get back to work and stop fucking around on endless pitches and breakfast run-arounds. Product after product hit the market and found traction, but not the million-user strong kind of traction that would make us matter. My team was still motivated though, firing on all cylinders building these apps that they loved. Despite this, I found myself sitting at my desk, afraid, alone and overwhelmed.Ā
I built a team that I love. I didnāt build a team that can lead.
I really love my co-founder. Itās an enduring bromance that will last a lifetime. Heās a talented executor, supportive listener and I trust him entirely. However, he left me alone in the cold. He didnāt mean to do this, he didnāt even realize he did. I became the guy who would ādo-it-allā. Biz Dev, check. Product Management, check. Support, check. Accounting, check. PR, check. Ad Copy, check. Development Lead, check. While he took complete ownership over design (and really excelling at it).Ā
Iām overwhelmed, stretched so thin and unable to do a really good job at any of my duties. I donāt sleep nearly enough and honestly think the only thing that keeps my health and myĀ marriageĀ intact is my running.Ā
When I built this team, I didnāt build it with generalists and with people who could jump into any area of the business and get shit done. Instead, I built it with quality-minded perfectionists who build beautiful things. These people have their place, but not as early founders unless they can hustle.Ā
Thus, in many ways, when my startup fails, I can clearly say that I failed since behind the scenes Iām responsible for much of what the world sees and how the gears of this (albeit tiny) organization turn.Ā
I donāt know what happens next
I made the decision to start this blog in the middle of the night last night while lying in bed next to my sleeping wife. Just one of the many people I will have disappointed due to this failure. (However, undoubtedly one of the few that will still love and support me afterward). This week, I need to speak to the other founder and fire our first employee before he leaves on a planned vacation. Heās a good developer, but I wonāt fucking make payroll next week if I donāt clear him and his severance out of the company.
