When I closed my first angel investment of $50,000 I did it sitting on the bathroom floor of an industrial kitchen in Oakland. I was wearing a rubber apron and peeled off my rubber gloves to answer my 11:00 a.m. call. The floor was cold, but it was quiet and private. I was able to sell my vision in 25 minutes in what was possibly the worst set of circumstances.

I put that money in the bank and worked the next fourteen days straight washing dishes, serving at wedding receptions and bottling Gold Bar Whiskey on Treasure Island. The fact that I did this is something I am really proud of. My husband had died unexpectedly a year and a half before. As…