Self Employment Blues

I can hear a dog bark, see a porch light swing in the warm breeze, smell the cornbread cooling on the counter ... I've got the self-employment blues.

Thing is I know I'm fantastic, my cards are fantastic, my service is fantastic ... my inbox is full of magical emails telling me that I've been selected for a whole load of wedding directories, companies want to wholesale my cards ... I fill with expectation that one of these emails will lead to an unexpected but well-deserved break into the national consciousness.

Then I wake up, smell the coffee, click on the embedded link and see how much hard-earned cash these wonderful benefactors want to relieve me of.

Feeling lonely - no need. Register a new business broadband account, optimise the keywords in your url - instant bezzie mates with everyone except for customers. Marvellous.

When you set up a business you have dreams, expectations, ambitions that you feel, possibly for the first time, you are in control of and its intoxicating. Its also totally naïve and unrealistic but without those feelings you'd never get off the ground.

I'm just thoroughly sick of being bombarded with 'great opportunities' that mean nothing - I'm becoming more and more cynical which means that I'm worried I may actually miss the real deal if it ever passes my way.

I fight the negativity by baking, drinking too much coffee and spending money I'm not earning in seductive delicatessans. I will finish this year a couple more stone overweight, caffeine addicted and with the associated heart trouble! Denial is delicious and deadly.

The twang of a deep guitar echoes round the valley and I just stand up, spit out my cheroot and dander dolefully in through the shuttered door. I've got the self-employment blues ... Yeah man.
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