I work and live alone. As a web developer, my day-to-day is largely spent in front of a screen, flying solo. In fact, I work to create opportunities we can all experience in our own little personal glass spheres.
As kids, we learned to want the things we needed most: two parents, how to follow God, the value of hard work, and the importance of respecting all people. I hope one day I can make such a lasting impression on my children.
If you know me from anywhere other than this website, it may be hard for you to believe that I would ever run out of words. In truth, the words are always there, but lately I haven't known how to put them onto a page. This is not a victory shout from a writer who has found his way out of a slump; this is just "the next line" of prose that has found its way to the page.
Flying solo is a blessing and a curse. There seems to be a lot of debate in the freelance community about what it means to "make it work." What do you consider success, how do you measure growth, and when do you know to stop pulling the trigger and call for reinforcements?
Goldilocks, Ecclesiastes, and Zappos. Being stuck in the middle isn't a great place to be, even though we really love that place in our culture. Do we know how to progress steadily, or will the constant din of shoe-swapping, bed-hopping, and taste-testing wear us out?