The first years of entrepreneurship. My first three years as an entrepreneur (start up… what a word and how much responsibility!) were a bitch and a fucking learning experience in equal parts. I have told it in countless conferences and training sessions, but on International Women’s Entrepreneur’s Day, it is perhaps the one that makes the most sense. They were three very hard years. No response to my proposals, silence to my endless calls and emails, and looking for every last cent to email contact list be able to eat. So he didn’t live, he survived. And she did it thanks to the savings she already had from only one client. Client who currently, ten years later, is still my client (and we have a beautiful friendship).