Freelancers often have extra time on their hands waiting for the next gig.
I spend my hiatuses thinking up facile little sayings that will be short enough for even my readers to memorize, and tailored to suit their vapid sensibilities.
These things just kind of flow through my brain. I don’t even know what any of them mean.
Like when I was taking a dump this morning, I came up with “aspiration equals bifurcation.”
I have no clue what that means. I was just passing the time. And a turd.
Am I crazy or is there really a nugget of wisdom here.
Yes, and before I flush, I’d like to share with you my Business Learnings on the matter.
This one is quite obvious and simple.
If you’re not doing what you love for a living, and you’re not loving what you do for a living, but you want to do what you love for a living, you have to do what you do for a loving after you do what you do for a living, until such time as you can make doing what you love to love to do what you also love to do for a living.
If what I’m saying rings a bell, then you don’t need me to tell you that you’re in for a lot of hard work.
It’s going to be two full-time careers for a while, most likely until you’re dead.
A lot of entrepreneurs simply start out by putting in 18 hour days for months straight, just to get their startup off the ground.
That means it’s hard, but it can be done.
So don’t fret. When you are ready to swing from your occupational vine to the vine of your true calling, you can count on me for a tortured metaphor.
What’s true for the business entrepreneur is true for the ambitious creative type.
Let’s say your day-job is ventriloquist dummy busker. Sure, it pays the rent, which because you live in a cardboard box means you have plenty of money for booze.
But when you tuck yourself in at night, you feel like something’s missing. No, your flask isn’t empty.
It’s the hollow feeling you get because you’ve always dreamed of being a famous mime.
Your real job begins at five o’clock. You rehearse all night, and you hone your performance on the open mime circuit, where you network with other mimes, but without ever saying a word
That’s just an example. Frankly, I would love to see an open mime night, if it literally meant gutting mimes at the end of their bit.
It would have the added benefit of discouraging other people from becoming mimes. But if they still wanted to do the open mime night, and they don’t mind dying by evisceration, who are we to say no?
The real eye opener in this Business Learnings is why I would even bother making a joke about mimes.
When does anyone actually see a mime in Auckland? Except when Cirque du Soleil is in town, but that doesn’t count because they’re a bunch of pretentious Euro-twats.
But the bottom line remains the same. “Aspiration equals bifurcation” makes a lot of sense.
So, I haven’t completely lost my mind, is what I’m telling you.