It will be my 8-month birthday in two weeks. No that's not my physical age - that's my freedom age. Almost 8 months ago I broke free of the corporate ball and chain and started flying solo. I should be celebrating, no?
Oh what heady days! I was literally and figuratively the king of my castle. A dictator to self. That was 8 months ago. Now I sit here thinking of that scary statistic that 80% of all businesses fail within the first year (and this even when there is no global crisis around). Things have really gone quiet. Should I start dusting off my CV?
I think not. What do they say again? When the going gets tough the tough get going? Stick that up on my wall with a little prestik. Say a little prayer every morning and then go out and fight, fight, fight!!