Door Dash & Dignity
I Got the DoorDash Email. I’m Not Ashamed. I’m a Founder.
I got the DoorDash email. You know the one.
"You’ll be earning in no time."
Just finish the profile. Consent to the background check.
Start delivering food and bring in some cash today.
I’m not offended by it. Honestly, it’s a brilliant system — fast, efficient, no shame in the hustle. People are making it work. I got family - Army Vets, the newly engaged, probably others (that haven’t told me) similarly figuring it out and loving it. Maybe.
But for me?
It’s not just a side hustle option.
It’s a symbol.
A line in the sand between two timelines:
- One where I deliver groceries
- And one where I deliver the thing I’ve been building for years:
A creative company with real IP, brand equity, clients, systems, story, and an honest shot at becoming something that outlives me.
Here’s the part that stings the most:
When I show people my site — spcomics.com
When I walk them through the systems I’ve built, the trademarks I’ve filed, the clients I’ve served, the hundreds of pages I’ve written and sketched and systemized…
…some of them still ask: “Have you thought about DoorDashing?”
As if real work is only measured in steering wheels and sore backs.
As if a company isn’t real until it hurts in ways they can recognize.
As if survival has to come first — and then I get to earn my dream.
I’m 43. I’ve got two boys. A divorce behind me. A stack of invoices in front of me. And more vision in my head than most companies put on paper.
If I DoorDash this month, it will be as the founder of Sequential Potential Comics.
Not as a collapse.
Not as shame.
Not as surrender.
But as a bridge — built consciously, intentionally, and only if it buys me time to do what I’m really here for
Because let’s be honest:
Every second I spend weighing DoorDash
is a second I’m not pitching. Not building. Not closing.
It’s real cost. Real groceries. Real future.
And I won’t step on my own tail just to prove I’m willing to suffer.
“As if real work is only measured in steering wheels and sore backs.”
I’ve already done that.
Now I’m ready to eat — not just today, but tomorrow.