The defining moment of my term came when I was walking the streets of New York just before a rainstorm. I stopped and bought my third umbrella of the week. The first two umbrellas, torn apart by rain and wind, lay crumbled in Manhattan trash cans.
Much like the umbrellas, the schemes for my first term lay abandoned 20 blocks back. After serving just ten days as an apprentice at a startup, I had walked out a free man. I left the startup‘s office in a bizarre scene best described as a mutual parting of ways. In my boss’s eyes, I failed because I asked questions. I left the anxiety-filled experience without regret.