I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

stood like silent sentinels. I was exhausted, my shoulders locked tight, my eyes stinging from the late afternoon glare reflecting off the water.

But beneath the physical fatigue, a quiet sense of satisfaction pulsed in my chest.

At forty-five, I had spent the last two decades turning my venture capital firm from a cramped two-person office into an operation continue reading …