Tonawanda News — We are in a remarkable phase of the year. Every year: springtime, graduations, proms, baseball season, June weddings, the parade down Delaware Avenue on Memorial Day, take your pick, depending on what involves your mind and spirit.
Personally I enjoy school graduations, or commencements, as they say. I’ve been through a number of them (I part-timed my way through several colleges. Some people go bowling, others sign up for classes, although at this stage of the game I think I’d admire an all-Internet autodidact more than someone with a slew of diplomas); the marching around in caps and gowns; that “Pomp and Circumstance” tune if played correctly; hiding the drinks under the aforementioned gowns and hoping for brevity in those let-yourself-fly, take-all-risks, motivational speeches from elderly coots who actually did little of that stuff themselves.
Fortunately for the graduates, I have never given a commencement speech, and since I’ve become one of those shambling old mutterers whose advice should never be taken, I likely never will. Furthermore, all I’ve learned is what works for me, and that was though overtime versions of trial and error. Even I don’t have any interest in hearing that manner of counsel.
It has been said to baseball players that, once in a career, he should be in a pennant race. They won’t all go to the major leagues, to the World Series, to Cooperstown, but at least once, they hopefully will be involved in the daily tension and excitement of aspiring to first place in the standings. Well, just for a little while (here comes the advice), experience how it feels to be employed as a one-man shop.
Independent contractor. Freelancer. Self-reliant solo businessperson with the single greatest employee on earth working for you. All revenue is yours, as are all expenses. Make your own breaks, find your own opportunities and exploit the hell out of them.