The creative mind wanders. A lot.
“what the f**k am I meant to be doing with my life?”
“should I give up my day job and pursue my creative dreams?”
“should I give up on my creative desires and get a real job?”
“I have so many creative ideas, which one should I follow?”
Finally, after fifteen years of thinking about starting my own creative business, I did it. Launched the thing. Put myself out there. Still worked full time in a depressing job. But it was live. It was real. It was going to be a way out.
And it was.
After a year and a half of getting it off the ground, the conditions were optimum. I handed in my notice and became self-employed.
We’re now three years further down the line. And still alive.
Those questions are back.