Crab holes
Now that I am not tied to a regular job, the world’s options open to me like crab holes in sandy beaches. Sand covers up the holes once the opportunities are taken, but if one is open and fast enough, we can choose among the many, pay no attention to the uninteresting, well, at least until one can afford to choose… I used to know how it was to freelance. Scary as it may sound, it was liberating. But I guess it is scarier now with two kids. Most of my batchmates are either with a regular job, or with their own business or seemingly has something to do.
Aside from write and learn how to cook and play (s)mothering to my kids, what else can I do in this in-between rackets and job phase? Hmn. Some of the rich people have already “made it” around this age. I wonder in what field I can “make-it” meaning financial security and liberation from having to write to live and just living to write.
Two things are especially appealing to my business sense right now. Should I be a “mami-magnate” or a “fishball magnate” ? I better check the crab holes if these are still options.
Aside from write and learn how to cook and play (s)mothering to my kids, what else can I do in this in-between rackets and job phase? Hmn. Some of the rich people have already “made it” around this age. I wonder in what field I can “make-it” meaning financial security and liberation from having to write to live and just living to write.
Two things are especially appealing to my business sense right now. Should I be a “mami-magnate” or a “fishball magnate” ? I better check the crab holes if these are still options.
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