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Phoenix I sat down at my desk and glanced at my phone, which I had switched to silent during our dinner with Robyn. I had twenty-three unread text messages and seven missed calls. On top of that, I had notifications for more than forty new emails. Whoever said that being an entrepreneur would be fun and easy has never walked a mile in the shoes of a successful business executive. There were always problems to solve, fires to put out, crises to deal with at all hours day and night. There was really no such thing as a work-life balance. I started going through the texts, one by one. Most of them were minor things that only needed a quick reply, so there were only a few real emergencies to be dealt with. The manager of one of our retail stores had to be rushed to the emergency room