I left corporate life to launch my solopreneurship adventure about a year ago. And it is an adventure.
Some days, I wake up and I feel like I'm on vacation.
The house is quiet. The fresh, cool, morning air is flowing through the open windows. (My allergies are causing just the slightest of sore throats and itchy eyes). I sip coffee or tea on the screened porch, writing, listening to the sounds of the woods coming alive. I know I don't have to go anywhere. There's no stress about getting ready and off to the office on time, while at the same time getting my kids ready and where they need to be, too. There's no worry about what I'm going to be dealing with today. Or whom. No meetings. No pretending. No pressure. At least no external pressure.
And some days, I'm absolutely beside myself with worry.
On these days, my mind chases its tail endlessly.
I don't have enough clients. Or I'm not sure I'm doing a good enough job for my clients. Or I'm not sure I’m bringing in enough money this month. Or I don't know if I'll ever make enough money. Or I don't know what I'm doing. I'm exhausted. Am I burned out already? How can I be feeling burnout barely a year in? I need to take better care of myself in order to be up to this challenge. And on and on and on….
Amanda Palmer calls this the fraud police.
The fraud police. I love that term. Can’t you just see these angry little police officers with their batons and flashing lights shouting these accusations through their megaphones? OK, maybe just me.
Even when the fraud police come calling, eventually, something else happens.
Something clicks. I kick the fraud police to the curb. Or I land a fabulous new client. Or an altMBA buddy reaches out at just the right moment to share some wisdom.
And I know that, if nothing else, the universe is once again nudging me to be here now.
I know that I have something to offer and there are people who need it. That new client or that supportive friend is always enough to kick off a whole new thought pattern -- of all the things I do differently, all the things I love to do, all the things I still want to get to do, all the things I've done so far. I know that I have purpose here. I know that I've done a lot in this one year and I've just gotten started.
I know that I needed to hear the worst the fraud police could throw at me in order to know that I am exactly where I need to be. Exactly where I am meant to be. Doing exactly what I should be. Being exactly what I should be.
And then I get to work.
So, my dear entrepreneur, when the fraud police make you crazy...
When they make you worry. Or question yourself. Or imagine giving up. Know that they also will make you better. If you let them.
Time for some coffee before I get the kids up.