Most people just get bored of it maybe, or cant find the time. The time part was I suppose, some of the reason I had stopped. It didn't seem the best use of my time to be writing, when I SHOULD be out looking for work, and doing the work I did have. But maybe, its not a waste of time, because people are reading and connecting. If I want to run a business, connecting matters.
You're nosy. You want to know what other people are doing. You secretly want to know how you stack up compared. You want to look at someone else's life and be like "Damn, well that sucks, I feel better about MYself." Or, "Damn, that person is doing so much while I'm sitting here watching reruns of 90's sitcoms eating Chubby Hubby out of the pint."
Because you're nosy, you read. Because you read, you remember me and you learn what I do, who I am, and you feel like you know me.
Maybe somewhere in my life, in the chaos of everything that I do, and that you do, we have something in common. I'm sure of it. But until you get to know me, I'm just another face on the street, another car in traffic that didn't pull out fast enough, another person to wait behind in line at the supermarket. I am nothing. You are nothing. And we both forget that we are all human and all trying for something in this life.
Well.....that was deep, but anyways, I suppose another reason I did not blog for a while was, that I wasn't always some shining star of perfection going forward in starting my biz, and I didn't want anyone to know. Cliche, right? But honest.
Shortly after my last entry in July, I hit my first realization that......all my income now relies on me. It was a normal morning, and I was paying my credit card bill online, like I always do every month. And suddenly something clicked when I looked in one of my bank accounts and it was down, and that particular account had nothing coming into it.......
Now you might be like well, yeah, duh, you stopped working a normal job! That account was the one I had always put that money from my part time job into, and I have another for my biz income. So naturally, the cash would stop flowing into that account.
But that morning...it just.....hit. HARD. My stomach rose into my throat and I couldn't even breathe for a second. There was nothing coming into that account. It would deplete to nothing. My thoughts raged in a catastrophic direction. "What if I never get another customer? What if I use ALL of my savings? 75% of my money is invested and I can't touch it. I'm almost out of peanut butter, I don't deserve to buy another jar! WHAT IF I HAVE TO LIVE ON THE STREETS?! "
With that, in a zombie like state, I remember walking outside in my pajamas mind you, and sitting on the back stoop and just crying. This was IT. I'd made a huge mistake.
I remember calling my dad next, pretending I had a question about my computer or something, but all I really wanted was for him to tell me what to do. He's always my rock for stuff like that. I don't listen to many people. I always listen to him.
He told me what I already knew. First off, take the emotions out of it or you'll just drown in them. Are you going to run a business or a soap opera? Second off, this IS SUPPOSED TO BE HARD. You cannot, CANNOT sit around and wait for it to come to you because it never ever will. You always think you'll be different, and special, and awesome, but hey guess what..... you're NOT.
Nobody cares. Work harder.
With that I put on real pants. Yup. Itchy, restrictive pants with a real zip up fly. I went out and around to local businesses and met with people. Was it uncomfortable? Sure. Did it work? Immediately, no of course not. But its building a network that WILL work in the future. Its knowing people. It's getting in their heads.
You're not getting into anyone's head by laying in your penguin print pajamas in your backyard in July. But you might cause your neighbors to consider calling an institution for you.....
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| It was July, but that didn't keep these penguins indoors! |
I still find for me, fitness is a huge salvation, mentally as well as physically. The two are so similar. Everyday I eat and train and I look no different immediately after. But look back five years and its TOTALLY different. Those tiny efforts everyday add up. If I didn't make those efforts, that would add up too. And I'd get nowhere.
It's the same thing in business. If I do nothing, I will surely get no where. But if I do a million little things, even when I don't want to and I'm sure its a waste, I have no choice but to move forward.
And I have. My bank accounts haven't emptied. I've scored some pretty sweet projects and some steady projects too. I am NO WHERE NEAR where I want to be, but this is only my sixth month of doing this. And there IS no end to what you can do when you want something. It will NEVER be enough, ever. You can always work harder.
So, I am back. I had a rough patch over the summer where I questioned my entire existence, pretty much. You're probably laughing because you knew it would come. But I did too! I knew some points would be utter crap. And I accepted that. Life will always get better, and worse again, and better again.
I'm not perfect! I didn't wake up and find success. Most mornings I wake up and find my hair in a knot and an undying need to pee, just like everyone else.
As I sit here, ironically, in my penguin pajamas (hey at least its Saturday, and its actually cold OK?), I'm going to tell you, being a graphic designer working for myself is hands down THE hardest thing I've ever done.
But there's no way I'm going to give up on it that easily. I'm lucky enough for the circumstances to even let me follow my magical unicorn path. Damn freaking lucky. You might not be that lucky. But that doesn't mean you cant start somewhere, try something, however small.
The biggest risk is the one not taken. You're gonna have horrible, crappy, awful no good days where you swear your alone and an idiot and this is ridiculous. And you're going to have stellar, amazing days where you are positive you are the most awesome successful person and your life freakin rocks.
Neither will last. Id rather fly way high and crash way low than live a string of mediocre days. However you live your days, it is 100% certain you only get to live them once.
Make it count.
