There was at least one page's worth of comments curious for my opinion, so I provided it. That has nothing to do with right to repair,
the short post you've made here is far off from reality, so I can't imagine any writings where you've invested more time would make any more sense. Discussing the standard online negativity & its link to the type of weirdos who've followed me home wasn't about how they "ruin my life" - it was answering the question on how i could be insane/narcissistic enough to believe i could ever end up like that CEO. I'm not dumb enough to think that isn't a possibility. but that's hardly my primary(or second, or even 99 on the top 100 list) concern or problem in life.
I disliked where I lived. I started focusing on ramping up mail-in in 2013 as this would allow me the freedom to run a business from anywhere. It took almost ten years before that was viable, but it eventually was. NYC is a great place to try & start something. you have 8 million people in a space the size of knoxville tennessee. There's lots of opportunity to try new things, meet new customers, etc - however, it does come with the stress involved when packed into an old, decrepit, expensive sardine can. it's a place where anyone with less than a million dollars will be reminded, every day, that they're a second class citizen. It gets old after a while.
NYC was great for that stage of life. having $250 in my pocket, no degree, no friends/family & working in the park to start something from scratch. I could hang a few pull tab signs & a craigslist post and I was off to the races making a living. This came with the downfalls of living in NYC, but the upside was worthwhile. Once I have an established business, it doesn't make sense to stay.
I had enough mail-in to consider getting out several years sooner. By that time, I already had over 10 employees and I felt like I'd be fucking them over by leaving just because I didn't like NYC. It felt like a petty thing to do. After several audits, warrants, and liens that were all bullshit, I decided enough was enough. I can't live a life where I'm stressed beyond belief for the sake of other people. One of my flaws is that I will corner myself into a box where I am living my life for the benefit of others, at the expense of myself. There are still echoes of that now. It's not because I'm a good person, or even a decent one; it's just the result of bad decisionmaking. I didn't want to carry the stress anymore.
It was worth the pay cut. moving to austin was a net pay cut overall, but it was worth it to lead a lower stress life, in a prettier looking place, and to start from scratch.
What made starting my company so fun back in 2008/2009 is that every single day I lived a different day. Every day was different. I did housecalls where one minute I was at some small bank executive's office and the next hour I was in east new york in the projects. I didn't know what my future held. Every day was something new.
At some point, my day became a pattern. I knew what the next day had in store. I knew who I'd see, I knew how I'd feel. I knew where I was and I knew what I was tired of putting up with. At some point I found some random town in the middle of bumfuck nowhere new hampshire and got an apartment there just because it was time for a change. it wasn't the right place, or the right time; but every day wasn't the same anymore. that is a valuable thing.
i have a lot to do at the moment to make sure that i don't fall into the trap of living the same day over & over again - but it's going to be a lot of fun