A vision of a life that doesn't depend on someone else's handouts or a daily 9-5 grind.
Here's how it's going so far.
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We want to build a life where our work is the best expression of who we are, where family, parenting, work and a loving relationship are intertwined into a whole greater than it's parts. A life of freedom, joy and passion, and yes - affluence.
It's seen quite a bit of traction on reddit.com/r/getdisciplin⦠where I run free 7-day habit building cohorts, but offering a paid service or product has proven tough.
Our combined business expenses for the last 18 months have amounted to CAD $9,097 or almost 6x our business revenue.
~ 40% on coaching, training and outsourcing (that's cool)
~ 20% on experiments with paid ads and marketing (that's OK)
~ 40% on online tools and services (WTF?!)
This is actually the first time I'm looking at those numbers and I'm more than a little embarrassed by how little control we've applied to our expenses.
I reviewed our monthly SaaS costs once every 6 months or so, but these things add up quickly.
We alotted $50k of our total $100k savings to trying to get our businesses off the ground.
We've burned through $40k so far.
Combined with our rental suite income ($1100/month) and the Canadian child benefits ($1100/month) we have about 4 months of runway left.
This journey is hard.
We're lucky to have started with some savings, to have recieved so much from Canada and to have each other for emotional and moral support.
But it's probably 4x as hard with two kids and two parents both of whom want to parent and be entrepreneurs at the same time.
After playing around endlessly with our schedule, each of us gets about 4 hours of work on a good day, maybe about 12 hours of work a week.
Not having enough time to work, sleep, spend time with the kids and relax all in the same 24 hours is a constant source of tension in our house.
We keep pushing, pulling and adjusting but it's pretty clear we're just making all this up as we go.
I'm looking for a part time gig, likely teaching at @bloomtech.
@yaelfiner is diving into coding to build another high income skill for our family.
We need to regroup and extend our runway.
We may need to pivot a few more times.
But we ARE NOT GIVING UP.
And neither should you.
H/t @arvidkahl, whose podcast episode "What to Share at Which Stage" inspired me to write this.
There's this idea in the startup world that you can build a business by scratching your own itch.
That's just survivorship bias.
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It's true that a lot of successful products are like that. But many many more personal itches are not marketable, or are extremely expensive to market.
I paid with blood and tears for my pivot away from @wujuapp. Not literal blood, but lots of literal tears.
It's hard to realize you can't get people to use, let alone pay, for your baby project.
People who are paid well to work from home, and yet they do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
They binge TV shows, mindlessly scroll through Twitter, go to bed at 4am and wake up at 12pm.
And they feel ABSOLUTELY AWEFUL.
Are you one of them?
Read on.
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Every day you show up at the stand-up and report some vague progress you haven't achieved, you die inside a little more.
You've been thinking for weeks about coming clean to your boss, but you just can't. How can you face her? How can you admit to doing nothing for months?
You've drafted and deleted your resignation email several times already. Maybe you can still get it together?
You commit to get things done tomorrow.
But tomorrow comes and the enormity of what you need to do to catch up ... well ... it catches up.
We treat depression like this horrible disease that's very difficult to treat, requiring a combination of therapy, medication, meditation and God knows what else.
It's not. It's actually pretty simple.
You start with an emotion, say anger. And you realize (usually as a kid) that's it's not OK to feel it. Everyone tells you so. So you shove it out of the way, where it festers all the while leaving you convinced you don't ever actually feel anger.
Then you grow up and that festering ball of anger grows inside you, consuming ever more bits of your soul to feed itself. At some point you realize you don't feel anything anymore. You're a dead man (or woman) walking.