As I continue to make the journey from being a self-employed freelance copywriter to an actual business owner I’m realizing I have a lot of old “self-employed” mindsets I need to change.
One of them has to do with how I think about money.
Even though I’ve always maintained separate bank accounts for my business and personal finances it all sort of felt the same.
When I needed to pay myself I would just see how much money was in the business account and then I’d subtract any upcoming expenses (there wasn’t much) and then I’d decide how much I could pay myself that month.
I never really paid attention to how quickly clients paid or how much profit I was making, because frankly it all felt like profit since I was just a one-man show.
But now things are different.
Before I was a Christian my life basically consisted of doing, buying and selling as much cocaine as possible every day.
I was also addicted to sex and pornography, but eventually my coke addiction even overtook those cravings.
So when I got saved my life changed in a big way.
Doing and selling drugs were the first to go. It took another year to finally be free from sex addiction.
Today was one of the best Sundays I’ve had in a long time.
My wife and I picked up some top soil today for our new vegetable garden we’re planting.
It’s been a long time since I’ve “played in the dirt” and it felt good. It was freeing to be away from my phone and laptop all day.
I could feel my brain relax as I shoveled dirt for hours, pulled weeds and got my hands dirty.
I don’t know why it felt so good but it did. Maybe because I live so much of my life staring at screens that it was refreshing to just be offline for a change.
A chance to breathe, think and just enjoy the moment.
If you’re a busy person and you feel like you want to chill out then start a garden. Build some raised beds, by some top soil and plant something. The “something” is not as important as the process.
So anyway, I just wanted to share because it was such a good experience for me today.
Plus, I got to spend hours with my wife and my 2-year-old son Benji (he loved riding the lawnmower around as we towed a little trailer of dirt back and forth from the truck to the garden.)
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Yesterday my 5-year-old daughter Emma came into my office and asked, “Daddy, what are you doing?”
“Why do you have to work all the time?”
At that moment I looked at her and felt like it was important how I answered.
I had a couple thoughts and feelings swirling around… On one hand I thought, Man, maybe I do work too much. Do I tell her, “I’m working hard now so I can spend more time with you later”?
But then I reminded myself that no, I’m not a workaholic. In fact, it’s rare if I work over 40 hours in a week. And I work from home so I see my family in the morning, on my coffee breaks, at lunch and 45 seconds after I stop working.
Of course there are some days I have to put in some longer hours, but it’s the exception rather than the rule. So I realized that this feeling of guilt was not grounded in reality, so I dismissed it.
The other thought I had was to take this opportunity to help my daughter understand that work is actually a good thing. Not a “necessary evil” that must be avoided at all costs.