The second lap of the race was killing me. Every fiber of my being was on fire, oxygen wouldn’t come fast enough, and I was easily distracted by the crowd. But there it was, sitting on the ground and demanding that I redouble my efforts. I put one foot in front of the other, straining to reach the starting line one more time.
Topic: doing work
You know those movies where the main character is stuck in a time loop, the woman checks out the noise, and the guy walks into the dark hallway? Those stories suck.
Piano players, armies, and frustrated artisans. We all march to the beat of a steady drum.
I tend to obsess about online presentation. Whether it’s business speak or replies on Twitter, I am fully aware that every time I “publish” anything it may be read by future clients. Here is an example of why that’s so important.
These GFH articles have been down in the depths as of late, discussing the hard realities of having a business and searching for work. I’d be remiss to suggest that it really is turtles all the way down. Time to bring this trend of topics back toward the surface.
Nothing feels “right” until I write. Whenever I am trying to figure things out, typing or doodling is always part of the solution. I also really enjoy listening to and learning from other people. Crazy as this may sound, I have a very short list of folks that I pay attention to online. I sincerely hope a few of them read this.
“I feel like I lost my job.” 27 years old and this was the second time I had ever said those words. The first time was three years earlier, when I launched out to start my freelance web business. Always an adventure.
I’d love to glorify my current calendar mess and say something like, “I’m moving into a new studio space.” The cameras would slowly pan across my minimalist desk, the dim lighting would reveal the razor-sharp edges of my Apple hardware, and the piles of notebooks would remind you of Ray Bradbury, not this hectic freelancer.