A week ago I wrote a post on my new blog: “Not Enough Time in the F*cking Day”. I chose the cruder title because I was frustrated that I once again failed to achieve what I wanted to achieve in my self-imposed 7 or 8 ish hour work day.
I’m sitting here, listening to free jazz (because I’m that person), wondering where the day went.
It’s 4:45PM and I feel like I’ve done nothing.
There’s a cliche about retired people, they’re busier than ever now that they no longer have a full time job.
On Monday, I felt like that happened to me.
My biggest hurdle as a solopreneur is going after clients.
A year ago I actually contemplated getting into a slightly unfavourable business relationship with a partner because he’s comfortable reaching out to people and I’m not. What I’m saying is I would have given him more of the business just to do the part I don’t like, which seems kind of insane in retrospect.
My first two days were easy.
I went it alone in my business starting January 2nd, 2020. But everyone knows the world doesn’t really get going again until the Monday after New Year’s Day. Moreover, my girlfriend was off from work.
And so, I got stuff done, it really didn’t feel like I had begun my life as a solopreneur. There were distractions and I quit early. And though I did work for clients, I didn’t do much outreach.
So I looked forward to Monday January 6 as the real start date of my business.