Why did I go solo again? I wouldn’t exactly call it a mid-life crisis (though it’s not not a mid-life crisis), but more of a mid-Apocalypse crisis. Blithely wiling away the end-of-days in a 40-hour-a-week office job. This is not how I pictured Armageddon going down. “Ummm…it’s just like, hard for me to make the End Times a priority when it’s not on Asana yet, Steven,” I imagine the watercooler conversations going.
So I expedited my own Day of Reckoning. Jotted “personal judgement day” on the top of the to-do list. (It’s selfcare for nihilists.) And what did I Reckon? That life (and late-stage Capitalism) is too tenuous to sit on my dreams any longer—even if cushioned by an ergonomic office chair and a 401k that may or may not survive the coming climate crisis. “Just do it,” Nike nagged in trademark simplicity.
I just did it. Six months in, I am doing it. It is not easy, but it is worth it. Even when The Great Resignation went all “hold my beer” and turned into The Next Great Recession, I’m like “cheers, baby.” Let’s party.
Holding the reins of your own destiny sometimes feels like trying to tame a wild horse. Luckily, I’m now a horse whisperer for the solopreneurial soul. Here are my top 10 tips that do not require you to be “broke in” (like I was the first time).
I don’t really think of myself as a freelancer now (though I love that word: free is my spirit vibe, and lance makes me think of ancient instruments that slay—like pens). I’m a solopreneur. In it to win it. It’s Revelation time, party people. Let’s see what we can really do.
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