Work for yourself without financial worries

Work for yourself without financial worries I am in Boston having post-traumatic stress syndrome from being too close to the town where I went to college. The kids are doing a music workshop and its in Newton, which is very close to Waltham, which is where I went to college. So I thought travel planning would be easy since I know my way around. But the cab pulled up to the hotel and I realized it was the hotel where I lost my virginity. It was not a good scene. Well, the first time I was there was definitely not a good scene,  but this time was not either. Mom! I dont want to leave the hotel! Mom! I like this hotel!  I want to lay in bed and watch TV! I took half a Xanax and we changed hotels. My son, it turns out, is allergic to gluten. I dont know how I missed this. The pediatrician thought he was allergic when I was breastfeeding so I was off bread for two years and I lost so much weight. So youd think Id have just kept everyone off bread. But no. Because bread is addictive  and Im an addict and how can I raise two kids without PowerBars? They count as bread  in the gluten-free world, you know. So we went back to eating bread and my son had diarrhea for five years. I dont know how he had it for five years before I put the puzzle pieces together. I think its because I have been insane with financial worry for most of the time I have been parenting him. I mean, there was the year where I was the incapacitated breadwinner coping with his face being totally deformed at birth. Then there was the year of me trying to make ends meet as a journalist/author. Then there was the year of me blowing out my 401K to pay for unproven therapies for my son who was diagnosed with Aspergers. Then there was the year of me starting a company and traveling every week. Then I uprooted our whole city existence and moved to the farm. So, okay, its looking reasonable that I could miss the allergy. Right? In the lobby of my hotel where I am screaming at the kids that they cannot eat the cookies, I actually hear someone say, Oh, shes a Brandeis girl. It sends chills down my spine. Its an East-coast thing to say, I think. I mean, who has heard of Brandeis besides East-coast Jews anyway? I was a big outsider at Brandeis. Probably because I spent a lot of my time either getting ready to go to the mental ward or recuperating from my stay at the mental ward. But also, you might think  that as I am older and wiser I have figured out how to have friends from college. But in fact, I think I alienated everyone who ever knew me by writing what I thought was an olive-branch of a column in order to reintroduce myself. I should have known that there is a rule that you cannot call out your college roommate for having Aspergers in the colleges alumni magazine. While the kids and I were on our way to Newton, somewhere in Illinois, I lost my credit card. Actually, I didnt lose it. It turns out that it was in my wallet the whole time. And why would anyone manufacture a wallet that has a slot that is just long enough to lose sight of a credit card? So I tell the kids, Were at the bank. Get out of the car. They want to stay. I say, Kids die in parked cars all the time. They say, But you leave us in the barn alone all the time. Do kids die in barns? Im not sure. Probably more often than in cars. So I go by myself to report my lost card. And to withdraw a ton of cash since you cant get a replacement ATM card if you are out of state. (little-known bank fact, eh? Also, heres another: Bank robbers who work alone make more money than working in a group.) Im with the banker, with my kids in the car, and my cash in my hand, and I watch the guy typing away at his screen and I see there is a label next to my name HIGH POTENTIAL. When someone I know says that about me, I think, Whateverthey are just trying to make up for all the classes at Brandeis that I failed due to emerging agoraphobia. But when the bank says that about me, thats a head turner. Ive been thinking about that. It is incredibly difficult to work for yourself. I think it doesnt matter how much money you have, you still feel like you might not have enough. At my twentieth college reunion, I was thinking of going because I was looking for a husband, and also because I know reunions are about showing everyone that you turned out to be better looking and more successful than they are, and I was thinking that I am doing okay in that regard. And anyway, the two are related because I can just spend a lot of money to look good. But I go through waves of confidence and no confidence and I never feel safely in the confident realm. So I didnt go. And anyway, I am terrible at small talk and everyone likes me better just reading my blog and not talking to me. So probably it was right to not go. The thing is that Im HIGH POTENTIAL. But I dont feel that way. I feel like my head is always four months into the future, where I am unsure where my revenue will come from, and Im nervous. That photo of the barn, above, is my favorite place to be on the farm. Its cool in the summer and warm in the winter and the acoustics are soft and the hay is firm enough for building forts. But I look at the picture and notice that you could see it like a prison. Like youre a baby calf and you cant get out. Thats what I feel like about working for myself. Sometimes its heavenly and sometimes its a prison. Thats the life of someone who works for themselves. You cant be happy with the money you have this month or else youll starve next month. Ive been doing this so long that I can trust that I wont starve, but also, I dont have a lot of savings. Well, actually, I have no savings. Someone once wrote that one way of looking at savings is that its an ability to drum-up money in an emergency. I have that. I can get $10,000 in a month if I need to. But I have done that so many times that Im sick of it. I think of the person I was in college. I was nutty and unstable and a sitting duck for the most physically aggressive men and the most intellectually needy professors. But Im not that now. I want to have the confidence that I am pulled together and stable and self-sufficient. A therapist once told me that I am stuck because I think that the reason that I am able to support myself so well is that I worry incessantly about supporting myself so well. Thats true. I dont think I realized how much I want to be done with that until I went back to the hotel where I lost my virginity. I am not that girl now. Now I know Im HIGH POTENTIAL. I can earn money because Im confident and capable and not because Im worried and anxious. I want to do that. Right now. I used to think if I could just earn a little more money then Id stop worrying about money. But no amount of money feels safe. And I know Im not alone in this feeling. Daniel Gilbert shows, in his book Stumbling on Happiness, that we are hard-wired to not feel safe with the amount of money we have. So I have to make a mental shift instead: Focusing on action instead of worrying. Im going to make a list of the things Ill do this month that could earn money. And Ill do those things. And Ill trust that one will work well enough that Ill be fine financially. Do lists calm you down? Lists calm me down. And Im going to go make one right now.