Тонкое искусство пофигизма
Chapter 7
ThatfirstmorningthatIwokeupself-employed,terrorquicklyconsumedme.Ifoundmyselfsittingwithmylaptopandrealized,forthefirsttime,thatIwasentirelyresponsibleforallofmyowndecisions,aswellastheconsequencesofthosedecisions.Iwasresponsibleforteachingmyselfwebdesign,Internetmarketing,searchengineoptimization,andotheresoterictopics.Itwasallonmyshouldersnow.AndsoIdidwhatanytwenty-four-year-oldwho’djustquithisjobandhadnoideawhathewasdoingwoulddo:IdownloadedsomecomputergamesandavoidedworklikeitwastheEbolavirus.
Astheweekswentonandmybankaccountturnedfromblacktored,itwasclearthatIneededtocomeupwithsomesortofstrategytogetmyselftoputinthetwelve-orfourteen-hourdaysthatwerenecessarytogetanewbusinessofftheground.Andthatplancamefromanunexpectedplace.
WhenIwasinhighschool,mymathteacherMr.Packwoodusedtosay,“Ifyou’restuckonaproblem,don’tsitthereandthinkaboutit;juststartworkingonit.Evenifyoudon’tknowwhatyou’redoing,thesimpleactofworkingonitwilleventuallycausetherightideastoshowupinyourhead.”
Duringthatearlyself-employmentperiod,whenIstruggledeveryday,completelycluelessaboutwhattodoandterrifiedoftheresults(orlackthereof),Mr.Packwood’sadvicestartedbeckoningmefromtherecessesofmymind.Ihearditlikeamantra:
Don’tjustsitthere.Dosomething.Theanswerswillfollow.
