Consultant, entrepreneur & author
Por temas de trabajo, estos son los últimos meses que me quedan para escribir freelance libremente, así que le pedí a mis editores en Synbiobeta que me mandaron todos los encargos posibles. Ayer entrevisté a dos CEO/CSOs de empresas espectaculares biotecnológicas, y esta semana que viene me tocan dos más. Llevo casi cincuenta artículos publicados […]
Desde el cierre de Kaitek que vengo lidiando con un problema de ego. Que no se malentienda: ya tenía problemas de ego de antes, estilo delirio de grandeza. […] Lo que pasa es que ahora tengo el problema inverso: delirio de pequeñeza, si me disculpa la RAE.
It’s been a year since then and now that I finally sit down to write This, the real post mortem, the autopsy for my dead child, there’s finally a small sense of peace.
It’s over, isn’t it?
How do you know when you’ve gone too far and you should jump ship before you find yourself so way under not even the fish will listen?
How can you tell when it’s time to stop believing your own bullshit?
I love seeing those post and pictures that have “faith in humanity restored” as a tagline. People paying it forward with coffee and food, helping animals cross streets, and just doing random acts of kindness all around.
I was lucky enough to be the receptor of one of the best random acts of kindness ever. And it happened in the lovely country I currently reside in, because life is weird that way: Ireland.
Entrepreneurship feels like standing on a tight rope and being handed a violin, then a flute, then a bass, and suddenly either a balalaika or a chainsaw or both at the same time. And doing as entrepreneurs do: balancing everything and getting on with it.
Emilia Díaz 