From -1 to 0: a winding path
From -1 to 0
If the amount of time since my last post is any indication, the journey from -1 (no idea for a new venture) to 0 (the start of something new) has been far less straightforward than I expected.
I imagined I’d jump into brainstorming mode, start viewing the world through an entrepreneurial lens, and suddenly… Eureka. An idea would emerge, and I’d be off to the races.
After all, that’s more or less how it worked the first time. When Zach and I decided to start a company, we built spreadsheets to track ideas, walked through business school frameworks (SWOT, 4 P’s, and the rest), researched markets, tested assumptions, and in a reasonably linear fashion, Cater2.me came into focus.
This time around has been anything but linear.
Losing the anchor
Since leaving Cater2.me late last year, I’ve been questioning who I am in a way that’s been both deep and uncomfortable.
For most of my adult life, I’ve had a clear identity and a clear mission. I could pick a path and commit to it completely. But without my company and role to define me, I’ve felt unmoored. I’ve started asking questions I never had to confront before: Do I still have what it takes? And even if I do, do I want to use it again?
I threw myself into Cater2.me. I worked 100+ hour weeks. I took on the most mundane and frustrating tasks because someone had to do them. I sacrificed constantly and was mostly happy to do so because I was driven by something powerful: the need to prove myself. I also had a youthful naiveté that helped me push forward even when things were bleak, trusting that somehow it would all work out.
Now, at 42, with school-aged kids, I don’t know if I can or want to operate that way again.
For someone who has always prided himself on endurance and resilience, doubting my own work ethic has been unsettling. I know exactly how much effort it takes to build a company. Will I still succeed if I don’t outwork everyone else? Has experience replaced brute force? Can I repeat what I did with Cater2.me?
I’ve found myself spiraling through these questions, pausing in ways I never used to, reexamining parts of myself I assumed were fixed.
Fear enters the room
Alongside questioning who I am, I’ve been questioning what I’m even trying to do.
Now that I’ve tasted success, do I want a bigger mountain to climb? Or something smaller? Easier? More controlled? Do I want to go down the entrepreneurial path again at all?
These doubts have surprised me. When Zach and I first decided to start a company, there was no wavering. I had no guarantee of success, but I knew I had to try. I was overwhelmingly confident we’d figure it out, despite the statistics telling us otherwise.
Today, having seen how much luck was involved, and how many startups failed alongside us, I’m afraid of failure in a way I wasn’t before. Experience has replaced ignorance, and confidence has given way to caution.
The missing deadline
Another unexpected factor: the absence of urgency.
Back in 2009, Zach was nearing the end of his analyst program at TPG Growth. He had to decide between business school, another job, or starting a company. That imposed a real timeline. We knew we had less than a year to make something happen, all while working full time.
That constraint forced discipline. It created momentum. It moved us forward.
This time, there’s no deadline. No forcing function.
I assumed I’d be eager to jump back in, but without external pressure, it’s been surprisingly easy to justify a slower, more meandering pace. Comfort has a way of quietly draining urgency.
Finding community in uncertainty
Before closing, I want to acknowledge something that’s helped me navigate this strange in-between period.
At the suggestion of a fellow exited founder, Patrick Ambron, I joined a community called Post-Exit Founders (PEF). It’s a group of more than 5,000 founders who’ve sold their companies.
More than anything else, PEF has shown me that I’m not alone in feeling this way.
The self-doubt. The loss of direction. The identity questions. They’re common. Being surrounded by people who’ve gone through the same transition has been grounding. Through the group, I’ve come across case studies and academic research that pose deceptively simple but profound questions:
“What do I want my eulogy to say?”
“What actually brings me enduring fulfillment, satisfaction, joy?”
These questions have forced me to slow down and reflect on who I am and who I want to be.
Still walking
I don’t yet have all the answers. I’m still not close to completing the journey from -1 to 0.
But I’ve reaffirmed something important: I still want to be at -1. I still feel pulled toward building. Toward creating. Toward seeing what’s possible.
The road ahead will almost certainly be winding. But I’m moving forward with the quiet confidence that I’m not walking it alone.



