Five years ago, we started Defrag.
The “we” part of that sentence is always assumed to be Brad and Eric. Or maybe, Brad and Phil and Eric. But that’s not true.
Five years ago, I had built and sold a tech conference with two friends, but I’d never “done it on my own” — which is to say, run the whole damn thing from soup to nuts.
Five years ago, my wife was the woman I loved that I was living with (but not yet married to my dumb ass)…and she had never worked on a tech conference before. And then one night, over drinks at a tiny local bar on Siesta Key, I asked her if she’d be willing to take the plunge, and work with me on something (as I read that line back to myself, it’s ironic how much I phrase “founding Defrag” as if it were marriage). I knew she’d be great – she had all of the experience anyone would ever need to be great. Thankfully, she said yes.
Last night, during an epic St. Louis Cardinals win, she turned to me and said, “Five years, baby, I’m so proud of you.” The only thing I could say back was, “I’m so proud of us.” And that was just inadequate.
So, the next time someone says “we” started Defrag, please make sure to include my wife, Kim, in that sentence. She’s the iron-willed force that juggles millions of details, herds thousands of cats, and pulls it all together in what seems like some effortless move. Were it not for Kim, there wouldn’t be a Defrag.
I’m honored to have her as a co-founder, and I’m blessed to be able to work with her on a daily basis. Thank you, baby.