Job Posting

In Unemployable, I cheekily said I don’t like the term self-employed because I don’t want to be employed at all. What I meant was this: I don’t want a life where I trade forty hours a week for an hourly wage, fifty-two weeks a year. That structure never appealed to me. That’s why I started working for myself early on.

But I made a mistake.

Instead of laying the tracks to freedom, I built a job. One that I love. One that gives me freedoms I don’t take for granted. But also one where I’m still trading an hour of my labor—often hard, physical labor—for a predetermined unit of money.

It doesn’t have to be that way.

I’ve known this for years, but recently, it hit me differently. With new clarity, I realized I am fully responsible for designing my life in a way that works for me. I don’t have to follow the path society insists on. It was never the path I wanted to take.

So, how do I get off it?

I don’t know exactly what that will look like. But I aim to find out.