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  • Writer's pictureChoo Choo

Just an Idea Man

Getting started is the hardest step. You have big visions and goals and believe so strongly in this thing you're trying to build, this thing that as of now only exists inside your weird, inscrutable, oft-caffeinated brain, a thing you've voiced aloud to maybe a dozen-or-so people who've all made noises of support back at you, but because you are self-deprecating to a fault you think the subtext is always an eye-roll and a "Yeah, good luck with that."

Then you start doing the actual research. Crafting a mission statement, learning the legalese, boggling at the countless mind-numbing red-tape-y hurdles that require surmounting before you can even start fundraising. You realize that as much as you want to do this all on your own, you need to relinquish your inner (and outer) control freak and ask for help.

Why do they have to make it so hard for people to do good?

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