Being self-employed is a constant wild ride for me. One minute I’m the CEO of my wonderful, internationally recognized one-person dream-come-true company, receiving the most wonderful messages from people all around the world; the next I’m the IT department having a meltdown because I’ve been locked out of my email account. The bosse’s (i.e. my) anxiety, though, spikes to the point where it’s not possible to take any decision and I consider leaving everything behind to live an offline life somewhere warm; rough-sleeping, though, because living your dream doesn’t come with a fortune lasting for the rest of my lifetime. But well, I still got Alfonso.
Thanks to my brain, I constantly get to enjoy the thrilling combo of anxiety and overthinking. At least, my life is not boring.
Anyway, back to being the entire company. Send snacks. Or a coworker. Or a functioning nervous system.
Toffee here is my “spirit animal“. She’s a working-line cocker spaniel who looks like she’s constantly under some kind of influence*.
*Disclaimer: No dog is under any influence. Me neither, of course, except for too much coffee.
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