I had a great business connection on Oahu. People seemed to be drawn to me because I know what I’m doing and most people here don’t. It makes the job of marketing a whole lot easier, and selling, too.
I’ve been a desperate employee for as long as I can remember. I never had enough to take care of the basics and the occasional un-basic, and that always caused a lot of pain for me and others over the years. I usually end up focusing on the money, which—like the immutable laws of physics—never bring real happiness.
It’s a better now—I’ve been offered full time work (at my discretion) and the freelance stuff seems to not be slowing down. People need what I do. So this means I have choices. More and better choices mean more freedom, which is the opposite experience of San Francisco.
When I have freedom, I can spend it working on things that have deep meaning to me. I don’t have to do things just for the money, especially creative or entrepreneurial hobbies. That has killed me for years.
I imagine the quality of work I’ll do will be better, too. With my clients, I genuinely want them to be happy and succeed. They deserve it and only helps me in the referral department.
The big question is what the future holds. Can I evolve fast enough? Will I survive? Will things work out the way I dreamed, not just planned?
For this to happen, I have to move on from this false sense of entitlement and focus on the next big thing: publishing. I know it can be done; it’s more of a lifestyle chance than anything. Just got to make sure that I can show the discipline, father, jobless, tis is what happens when you write when you’re morbidly tire.