When I was 17 I was working in San Francisco gay bars with authentic fake ID that had my real name and social security number. In those days, tips were great and the IRS only expected anyone working as a waiter or bartender to report 15%. They were much nicer back then. I got my GED, made it into San Francisco City College my first year, and while continuing to tend bar I took all of the business classes required by the State of California to acquire a Real Estate license. My original plan was to learn all there was about real estate before I bought my first home. Best idea I ever had. I finessed that knowledge into buying a fixer upper four-plex below Coit Tower. The rents paid off the mortgage. But the money from tending bar was too good to pass up, and I continued to work as a bartender until I was about 27. At the same time I transferred to Berkeley and a broker friend let me hang my Realtor License in his office so I could sell the occasional home.
By 1973 US citizens were allowed to own gold bullion once again, and all the dealers I knew selling weed started buying gold futures and making surprising loads of coin. I was right there to walk them through all of the tax-saving advantages of buying a home and thanks to the Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD) there were loads of homes my dope smoking friends could get into for as little as $500 down. The only time I didn't sell real estate was during five years of graduate school at the University of Texas, Austin. The academic load and competition didn't leave me any time for it.
I got out of grad school, found a job with everyone's favorite software company and spent five to six years in Redmond, WA managing a bunch of tech writers and making a relatively good salary. But I secured a Washington State Realtor's license and got back into selling homes to mostly the LGBT community part time. Even though Brokers hate people who work part time, I always did better than those who supposedly worked full-time.
Regardless where I ended up, I always kept my foot in the door as a licensed Realtor. However, although Realtors are considered self-employed, there's always some Broker you need to answer to who holds escrow monies, maintains various separate accounts, searches for listings, and who expects you to show up and listen to the "weekly" business plan as they take half of your commissions.
I worked for other software companies as well. But the day I was "downsized" from a mormon-run outfit, I cashed in all of my chips. Cashed in my IRAs, KEOGH, and 401Ks, taking the 10% hit. And rather than stick around in the USA I decided to travel, thinking that in the worst case scenario I could always become a full-time Realtor.
I eventually ended up in Spain where I bought a condo in Sitges. Met some folks. And the beautiful person who became my best friend in the world one day twisted my arm and forced me to buy the 5th floor apartment above his in Barcelona's l'exiample neighborhood where most of the gay bars are. This was long before Spain adopted the Euro. We formed an S.A. renovated our apartments and began to rent high end, fully furnished 400 square meter apartments to members of the European LGTB community with too much money to burn for a "minimum" of 30 days. The business grew rather quickly as we both acquired more apartments.
There's some other businesses I own in the USA collectively under Limited Liability Corporations, what are commonly and derisively known as a "Nevada Corporations." But that really just means less government interference from both the State and the IRS.
In part, I've been successful thanks to being in the right place at the right time. I've been fortunate to be completely self-employed for the last 25 years and do things I've always wanted to do. I took an associate professor position at la Universitat de Barcelona and taught EFL for 10 years. Found the time to do serious folklore research. The Squeeze an I have set up two non profit micro loan businesses; one in Oaxaca, MX and another in the Argentine Province of Jujuy. And sort of by accident, rather than design, I've become a travel writer (hint: there is no money in travel writing) and by extension have become a videographer putting together travel videos for AmExPubs, videos of sunrises for the HD group of channels, and short roadside distraction pieces for anyone who is interested in licensing them.
The Squeeze and I did put together our own porn site, and that's the one venture that has not prospered. One day the company whose servers were the points from which folks would access our porn site sort of disappeared. Still haven't been able to track them down.
Anyway, if you have something that you love to do you might as well do it rather than speculate the bazillion ways your entrepreneurship might fail. And whenever possible, DO NOT TAKE OUT A LOAN FOR SEED MONEY to start your enterprise. And knowing what I know now, it's worth learning about how and why you should have a business plan. You're going to need some measurement by which to compare where you are in the game. As for mission statements? Fuck those. :biggrin1:
However, when I add it all up, I've had to work harder for myself than I ever had to work for any software company/corporation or anyone else. But I love it.