As a result of past events and my abhorrence to working for the man, it looks like I am turning into a businessman. An Entrepreneur. A mover ‘n’ shaker. A PHB!
That last one is what would likely pop into the heads of most people that are likely to be reading this. That, or something less polite :)
Whether or not I become a successful businessman remains to be seen. This is one of the reasons I’m writing this and future entries on my journey into this world. I want to take the opportunity to treat it like a kind of experiment. My story will act as inspiration, or as a warning, to those who are considering a similar leap.
Also I will get to act as a kind of ambassador, to give all the self-confessed anti-corporate-machine geeks reading this the view of one who has experienced it all from the other side. The same may go for the other way around, in time.
Until relatively recently (2-3 years ago) I used to be all anti-commercial and so on, but a few realisations I have made over the past couple of years have changed that.
First, after running what I consider to be a real business for a couple of years now, I have realised that a business can be a process of creation, rather than one of control or theft or whatever it is most people think of it as. I’ll talk about that more in a later post. For now, the business I run provides a service that enables any business to save a significant amount of money, time and hassle. This is a positive thing I’m doing. I’m not saving the world or anything, but I’m doing something.
Second, I have become confortable with the idea of being, uh, “financially abundant”. Oh fuck it, rich.
There seems to be a pretty strong belief, among the working class at least, that having money is only for nasty evil people. Or they would like to have money but this belief still stirs in the back of their mind and it holds them back. I used to think like this myself, until I made the first realisation I just mentioned, and also because hey, there are an awful lot of people with lots of money out there that are less deserving of it than me. This really hit me when I was one day properly confronted with the concept of having the kind of money that I has previously assumed only came into the hands of the Elite. My first reaction to the idea was essentially one of fear - it’s not me, I’d become the thing I hate, I wouldn’t know what to do with it etc. But I pondered for a while about what I could do with a serious amount of money, and ideas started to come to me like, I could help bring my family closer together (a significant portion of it is in the US at the moment). I could give a friend food and a place to stay for as long as he/she needs. I could make really significant contributions to charities. I could start a charity! or a linux distribution! and so on. All these ideas pretty much blew away any inhibitions I had for letting money come my way.
I have already passed the hurdle of thinking I can’t start a business. I essentially already have - there is little left of the business I’m running now that is not my own work. It’s getting regular income, and growing steadily. A similar realistion to the evil-rich-guy belief came to me too - there are a lot of idiot managers and such out there, that somehow manage to hold $200k jobs. What can they do that I can’t? Being a businessman is not a birthright, not in the free world. There are courses you can take or, hell, you can just borrow books from the local library. Shit, there are a whole bunch of people at the top - I mean the very top - that didn’t even go to uni.
So as I go along I am going to write about my observations and insights into how the business world works, both in principle and in reality.