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Someone told me that I was living the American Dream. Then it disappeared.
Maybe it was 2001 or 2002, when someone told me I was living the American Dream. I knew that things were going well. I loved my job — something that had never happened before. I felt inspired by the people I worked with. I was learning things everyday, and full of ideas.
Every day was challenging, but also fun
I had co-founded one of the first web development companies in Philadelphia. It was a new field. The year we started, we had virtually no competition. Most people didn’t know what a website was. We landed big clients. We launched the website for a Fortune 500 company from my 2nd bedroom, which was the office of the company.
Later, we got a real office, the internet became the talk of the world, and business grew further. So did competition.
At our height, the company was the dynamic boutique creative firm I’d dreamed of. We had young creative people who brought out the best in me. Stodgy big firms like Deloitte came to us to absorb some of our “cool.”
And I was told I was living the American Dream.
Not Ambitious
I was not, and am not, ambitious in the way people think of it. I was not pursuing the American Dream…
