What am i waiting for?
At 26, I still have time to make wrong decisions and recover. That freedom will not last forever, and comfort may be the easiest way to waste it
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At 26, I still have time to make wrong decisions and recover. That freedom will not last forever, and comfort may be the easiest way to waste it
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The real numbers include invoices, dry spells, and the client who ghosted. Here is why I’d still take it over the salary I left behind.
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None of them are business books. One is a novel about a fishmonger.
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Lanterns, tailors, and the best bánh mì of my life.
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Four months, three failed ideas, one embarrassing cold email.
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The chapters that held up, the ones that didn’t, and what five years of my own ledger added.
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Twelve months of accepting every invitation, request, and dare, along with what it cost.
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A shoebox of index cards, half of them in shorthand, none of them with quantities.
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Revenue: forty dollars. Lessons: pricing, shipping, and why nobody reads the FAQ you spent a week on.
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