It's not a good feeling, but it's not going away, either. I might as well indulge myself and my silly memories.
Today, I was thinking about when my daughter was small and I decided to start my own business. We rented out this small storefront, bordering on dilapidated. We painted it all up inside, these bright and vibrant colors -- a different one on each wall. We decorated with skulls and other punk garb, and made up an awesome logo with the name Riot emblazoned on it.
Once we got up and running, we started making friends . . . friends with the newspaper photographer who came in to cover our opening, friends with the kids who walked by every day after school, friends with the customers who came in once and became regulars very quickly. It was a great environment to be in -- if only we'd been making money!
Of course, the money dried up, and we closed up, and the friendships disappeared as well. However, we have some great memories from our time there, and I'm not adverse to opening another business . . . someday.