Dear Prudence,
In the past eight years, I’ve been divorced, lost $1 million on lawyers, and survived a brain tumor, spinal repair, a heart attack, a stroke, and three other major medical events. My three teenage daughters won’t talk to me—and I just won custody because their mom is very troubled. Once a CEO, I’m now on a race to the bottom in my career, losing job after job due to my health and cognitive losses that make me less than CEO-ish. So, with a handful of cash left to my name, responsible for raising and supporting my girls and caring for a loyal dog, I want to start my own company. I know exactly what I want to do; I know the risks; I know the upside. However, my confidence is shaky, and if I bet half the hobby farm that remains, it could be disastrous. But I see no other options. I’m doing freelance consulting for hand-to-mouth money. My mental and physical being are stable, and who knows if I’ll ever have this window again: enough money to be dangerous and strong enough to take a few more blows. I turn 53 soon. You’d think I’m old enough to make my own decisions and to know better when not to. But I don’t.
—My Life’s a Mess. Time to Start My Own Business?