By: Rafael Solece
A funny thing happened when I arrived at work yesterday; Starbuck's and I decided to part ways or something to that affect. Basically I was fired. It's funny that it happened when it did. I was getting so tired of leasing myself out to other business's and neglecting the business of my art form, and I kept telling myself that I was ready to move on to bigger things. Like the formation of my own business entity in Masquerade. Problem was is that I didn't know how I was going to support myself, and though Starbuck's really wasn't supporting my life style. I had convinced myself that I needed it because it was steady; because it was a pay check. Funny how I always talk about being worth so much more than what companies pay me, yet I held on to such a mediocre pay scale, thinking the same way that most working black American's think. At least it's a job, and at least I am getting paid. When the truth is what I was getting paid was nearly what I am worth.
So when the ball dropped and I was given my walking papers it didn't even seem to hurt. In fact a part of me felt relieved. I mean I am not a coffee jocky. I am fucking writer. What in the hell am I doing wasting my time standing in front of a damn espresso machine making latte's, if it ain't my own personal espresso machine and I am doing it for myself? I should be at home writing, creating, developing my craft. That's what I've wanted to do for so long; to focus on creating, writing, the promotion and building of The Rafael Solece brand. Instead I have been wasting time doing a whole bunch of nothing to expand the brand of someone else. That's like the stupidest thing in the world., Here I am 27 years old, going on 28 and I have spent the better half of my adult life helping rich people stay rich, and I've been gett8ing the short end of the stick. That's about as dumb as a dress on a poodle. So of course when my Store Manager gave me my walking papers some part of me felt relieved.
After all I had been talking about working for myself for a long time. I had talked about starting Masquerade, talking about working from home, creating my own schedule; so why wasn't I doing just that? Simple, secretly I was frightened out of my mind about stepping out on my own. Though outwardly I seemed confident in my artistic abilities, inwardly I have been fighting to get up the courage to walk away from my semi-secure J-o-b. secretly frightened that maybe I'm not as talented as I think I am. Nobody is going to invest in a person who won't invest in themselves. So now that I don't have my paycheck anymore. I am taking the chance. I am taking the advice of the very wise and impressionable XemVanAdams, I am launching my much talked about web site, getting myself some advertiser's and sponsors and I am going to work for my damn self.
Look out world Rafael Solece is blogging out loud, and in color.
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