So, here I stand: an entrepreneur.
When I sit down, I’m still an entrepreneur.
I think the rules state that I’m still an entrepreneur even when I get up to go get some of my strawberry yogurt pretzels out of the pantry.
When people say, “So, what is it that you do?” I get to say (while fiddling with my monocle), “Oh, well you see… I’m an Entrepreneur”.
At 5:01 PM on Friday, August 1st my job title of “HR Recruiting Coordinator” fully dissolved into the ether and a new official job title of “Entrepreneur” was laser-etched onto my soul.
My first official order of business was to worry incessantly about my business. This actually started taking place well before my job title change but let’s not split hairs here. I worry all the time.
So, after my usual every day worrying, the first thing that pops into my head is, “When I think ‘Entrepreneur’, I think Bill Gates or Steve Jobs. Is ‘Entrepreneur’ a title for smarter, richer, more experienced, less attractive looking individuals than me?”
In a haste, I decided to look up the definition of Entrepreneur and it say’s this, “A person who organizes and operates a business or businesses, taking on greater than normal financial risks in order to do so.”
Well, that makes it official… I am an entrepreneur.
This is me being serious about things. Also… being constipated.
While the future can be wrought with fear, anxiety and anticipation I have decided to look toward the future wrought with excitement, resolve and determination. I’m tired of being constrained by negative emotion. It’s time for the other emotions to enjoy themselves.
It’s time to be an entrepreneur.