It seems these days that every other person I meet has this idea that they want to go into business for themselves. They dream of never having to answer to supervisors with unreasonable requests ever again, making their own hours, taking vacations on a whim, working in pajamas and spending every day doing something they love to do. On the outside, that sounds pretty good. But the reality is that working for yourself is probably the hardest job you could ever have. And there will be days, if you try or are in the process of taking on this goal, when you will day dream about a steady paycheck.
Don’t get me wrong. I will never go back to working for someone else if I have any choice in the matter. But there are certainly days where I wish I could just be an employee. You see, I have the most relentless, unforgiving, annoying boss one could ever imagine. She’s there, in their head all day long, going on about looming deadlines, paperwork that’s backing up, the viability of new ideas, and the state of the company’s finances late into the night and starts back up with the first vestiges of consciousness. It’s horrible.
If you are lucky, and you aren’t the slave driver that seems almost necessary to keep employee #1 on the ball, then there are often the long lonely, sometimes unbearable, hours of tedium cut off from the rest of the world. Knowing that the world spins on outside with all kinds of wheeling and dealing and drama and stories being created by the daily interaction of humanity can be more distracting than the TV or fridge. The world outside is evolving while yours changes only incrementally in the steps it takes to make that pendant or create one more graphic or write another page of text, unobserved, unnoticed as yet, by anyone but you.
Perhaps you are blessed with working with a team of people you are in contact with throughout the day or have a position that allows you a high level of face time with others. Then there’s always the crushing responsibility to get you down. You are responsible for the website working, the packages getting unerringly to their destination, the bills getting paid on time, the invoices being created and recorded correctly, the calculation and payment of sales and self-employment taxes, and your own bookkeeping. For most of us entrepreneurial adventurers, we are our own HR, PR, marketing, accounting, communications, quality control, production, and shipping departments. And if something goes wrong, there is no one to shove it off on, not completely. In the end, the buck stops in our laps, no one else’s.
And what about the luxury of making our own hours and taking vacations on a whim? Most of the self-employed I know work all the time. You’re rarely off the job even on your appointed ‘day off’ and you can’t take a vacation because there is no one to keep things going while you dig your toes into the sand or sip champagne on a sunset lit balcony in France. The hours are long and the associated hourly pay is sometimes less than what your niece makes babysitting.
So why in the world do we keep at it? Well, I think we all ask ourselves this question quite regularly—sometimes for days on end. Then there is the day when the client’s website goes live, your art work goes on display, you get that email from the appreciative reader of your book, or you simply get that fat check with your name blazing on the “Pay to” line and its all yours. Because yes, you must take all the responsibility but you also get to take all the glory.
So if you can live off those singular moments when all your blood, sweat, and tears turn into some wonderful creation or experience, long enough to do it all again, you could work for yourself. But if you can be happy with a job, the occasional nagging manager, a bit of rush hour traffic, and scheduled vacations, do it. Return what you can to the world and feed your need for fulfillment through that job or some great thing you do with your days off. Let the rest of us fanatical, deranged, deluded fools labor on the roller coaster of self-employment while we both occasionally dream about being in each other’s shoes.

Something about an uncluttered space means an uncluttered mind which will allow your wee brain more room to come up with ideas and create. I shook my head through much of it. Since when are limitations (lack of space in your head or on your work table or in the materials or tools you have) roadblocks to creativity? To me, limitations are inspiring challenges and clutter is simply creativity in action.
One of the more difficult aspects of trying to make a living off your creativity is the making a living part. How much time and energy do you spend trying to figure out what the market wants, what will sell, and what’s popular now? Do you find yourself following trends and borrowing from other artists/writers/designers versus creating your own vision?
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