I'll never forget the first year of my business. It was downright painful.
I don't mean listening to my work was painful, although it might have been, but physically, it was painful.
Every single day, I would get up at 6 am, go to work, come home around 6 pm, pick up the kids, get dinner ready, spend time with them, put them to bed, spend a few moments with my wife, and put her to bed around 10 pm.
After she got in bed, I would go outside and get my super-sized army style duffle bag and drag it into the house, being as quiet as possible, so I didn't wake the kids.
Once I got to the office space, which happened to be on the other side of my little dwelling, out would come the PVC pipes and packing blankets.
I constructed my PVC pipe Hobo Fort, as I called it, based on a number code marked on each tube so I would remember where it all went. After it was up, I had to move the desk and computer so it would fit together and finally attach the...