Weeks and weeks of effort have come down to this day. This moment. These 2.5 minutes.
So much preparation and rehearsal and refinement. All this focus inwardly. On what we do. On why we’re the best. On why we should be picked and found worthy of investment over all of our peers.
It’s sufficiently motivating.
But even after the presentation and the euphoria of a job well done, it rings hollow.
Because the start-up journey is lonely enough without making it even more solitary by barring yourself from your fellow entrepreneurs.
And as I’m in the great hall, with other founders who are now my friends, I realize – their wins are my wins – their pain, is mine.
I feel so proud when I see my fellow founders killing it on the stage. Sharing all of the amazing work their companies are doing. When the calls come in, for orders and contracts and investment.
I am so freaking proud.
Because I know first hand how hard the toil is. How uncertain the road is. How wavering the resolve can be in the face of seemingly unsurmountable odds.
So yeah, maybe those 2.5 minutes were about us and what we’re doing. But these three days? They’re about community and support and collectively changing the world – one problem at a time.