New Ventures

After a month of job hunting; which, by the way, is a soul-killing way to spend your time; I have found that I keep coming back to the same thought. This thought has haunted me since the day I walked out of Zymo wondering what the heck I was going to do now, wondering why the universe had heaped this new challenge on to my plate. It is a thought I have talked out with my brother Erik, a thought that I have bounced off a couple of people who I trust (my 'wise council'), it is a thought that each time I think I have gotten around it, it pops up again. The thought? Why not work for - ME???

Once I got past the fantasy of sleeping late, going to the gym any time I wanted to (instead of dragging myself out of bed at the ungodly hour of 5 am), and taking meetings in my pajamas while West Wing played silently on the TV in the background; once I came back to the reality of how much time, effort and heartache running your own business really and truly takes - I figured no way. I can't do that. What about health insurance? What about benefits? What about paid vacation? What about a 401k? How would I live without those???

But this little voice in the back of my head keeps persisting on talking about it. "You have a really good idea," it says to me. "This is a great niche market," it adds on occasion. "You like what you would be doing and you like how it sounds," it chides when I try to rationalize my way around it. "DO THIS. DO THIS NOW!" It roars and pounds its fists on the ground when I try to ignore it.

So maybe I should. Maybe I really should. In fact, I think I will.