I have a confession to make.
I am absolutely, unequivocally, most certainly NOT an entrepreneur.
It’s trendy to be one these days, at least in many internet circles.
“What do you do?”
“I’m an entrepreneur.” or “I’m a serial entrepreneur.”
WTF is that exactly?
I don’t have that drive that entrepreneurs talk about — the thrill they get from working themselves to exhaustion for their business, their love for all-nighters, their 100% devotion and willingness to sacrifice everything else in their life for their business. Their ability to always be “on” — on their phone, on networking opportunities, on schmoozing and maximizing every opportunity to build their business.
So not me.
In truth, I so wish I could be happy, or at least satisfied, with a typical cubicle-dwelling desk job. That I could get paid a reasonable salary to show up, clock in, do my work, clock out, and then go about my “real life” — without my work interfering with it or taking up any more than 40 hours a week. I love — capital L-O-V-E LOVE — getting a regular paycheck.
But I realized early on that I’m not one for the corporate lifestyle. I have literally no desire to play office politics or climb the ladder. I don’t covet the corner office in the least. And, unfortunately, a job that allows you to draw a neat, predictable line between “work life” and “home life” doesn’t exist. Especially not in what was shaping up to be my career (marketing).
And I hated, hated, hated not having any control over my schedule. Having to ask permission to go see my family for a couple days. Taking weekend trips and only being able to fly when plane tickets are the most expensive. Squeezing in my errands when everyone else is. Sacrificing my weekends to cleaning and apartment maintenance.
Which is why I have no option but to freelance and work for myself. As much as the business side of it goes against my nature, I’m figuring out how to make it work. My own way.