I never wanted to believe the little creatures that would keep whispering in my ears. “Go easy on your meds!” I’d say.
This week marks my full year of being self-employed. Forgive me for stating the obvious, but holy crap how time flies!
The little creatures are of course not real, they are more like my inner voices. Yes, I said voices, with an ‘S’. Seriously, the kind of baloney that goes on in my head will leave you gasping for air.
Anyway, these creatures have been insisting that I quit the rat race and plunge into the dog-eat-dog world of self-employment. I finally relented around 12 months ago, after years of annoying pressure. Damn you creatures!
Even when I did give in to the inner pressure, I gave myself 6 months. I figured I’d be scurrying back to the sanity of a fulltime copywriting job in no time. Just like how a rat would sprint toward his hole in the wall at the first sign of trouble.
But it didn’t happen; though I’ve contemplated it during numerous lean periods over the past year.
This is no declaration of victory though. I am still only giving myself another 6 months. Thinking too far ahead only makes a person overconfident I’ve learned.
To my fugly little creatures, I’m sorry for not believing in you guys. And please, forget the meds and let’s bring out the bubbly.
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