It’s been a bad few years for retail.
For the last four years, my wife and I have been broke business owners. We’ve scraped the bottom of our bank accounts while working odd jobs and trickling revenue streams to pay our house’s bills, never taking home a salary from our business.
When we were engaged, I bought my wife a large canvas for her birthday. She had been an avid painter through high school and college, but when I gave her that canvas, she was deep in the throes of student teaching, so she was too busy to do anything with it.
As business owners, my wife and I often have people say things like, “I wish I could quit my job and do what I love, like you.”
We live in a society that is obsessed with gratification.
People start their own businesses for a variety of reasons. But if you ask a dozen entrepreneurs why they struck out on their own, chances are around ten of you will mention one word:
Recently, a friend of mine started a job as a dishwasher in a new restaurant in town. He had been unemployed for a couple months, so he was excited to get back in the swing of things.
Once upon a time, you would have found me glued to my phone, furiously typing out a response for one of the several political threads I was juggling on Facebook. Most of my timeline was either news stories or commentary on those stories. Many of those posts had as many as 300 comments a piece.
In our lives, there are moments in times that act like fulcrums. Huge, massive moments where the rest of our lives stop and pivot. Moments where a decision must be made, fully knowing that that decision will change everything.
Five years ago, my wife and I were working sixty hour weeks at a school. And that didn’t include the time we spent working on things from home.
Looking at me, there is absolutely nothing that says, “athlete.”
A few weeks ago, I got a call from an old friend I hadn’t seen in years. We’ll call him Tommy.
A few months ago, at the height of Cryptocurrency Mania, I wrote an article about how Bitcoin was changing my life. At the time of writing, Bitcoin had a value around $12,ooo.
All my life, I wanted to be a rockstar.
Five years ago, my wife and I were working in a charter school. The school day ran from 8 to 5, and we were required to be there thirty minutes before and after. Ten hour days are enough to make any job unenjoyable. Add obstinate teenagers, a hefty take-home workload, and administrator politics that were always in…
I was born and raised in Indiana. Specifically, in a Rust Belt city called South Bend. But a lot of times, South Bend doesn’t have much in common with the state it’s a part of.
It seems like every day, there’s a new study or op-ed coming out that promises to finally “decode” Millennials. What are they thinking? Why are they so unreliable and entitled? How can you get them to buy from your company?
I graduated college in 2009. And if your memory is long enough, you probably don’t need me to tell you that that was a bad time to look for a job.
Around this time every year, my social media feeds start blowing up with people talking about tax returns. And for a lot of my friends, it’s like second Christmas. They make big purchases. One of my friends bought a car this year. Last year, a couple used their return on a down payment for a house.