Step 0: Quitting your job to start a startup
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
I quit my fun and well paid job to start a startup in March this year. I have absolutely no backup plan. In April, I joined EF, on the 10th London cohort.
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
This is pretty much exactly what they told us on Day 1 at EF. We are a bunch of people who didn’t fit in the conventional working world. Paradoxically: a group of 100 outliers. It’s totally mad to try to build a billion dollar company — your chances are so tiny. You’re smart enough to understand this, but mad enough to give it a chance anyway.
Mad Hatter: “Have I gone mad?”
Alice: “I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.”