“A group of friends get together and come up with a name, and poof they’re a company,” Phil said triumphantly. “There’s a little more to it than that, but that’s actually the hard part.”

“I don’t know if I could put together a team like that. I can’t think of anyone I’d really trust enough.”

“Ok, one, that’s sad. Two, do you need a team? I’m seriously asking—I don’t know exactly what you do. Can you do the whole thing yourself, if you were making a training video or something like that?”

Jesse thought about it. “If whatever I’m supposed to film is already happening, like a wedding, and all I’m doing is filming, editing and finishing, then I can do it all.”

“That’s what I thought.” Phil paused again. “So why don’t you?”

“You’re serious.”

“Yes, I am,” Phil answered. “This is at least the tenth time we’ve talked about you hating your job, so your punch-card is full—you’ve earned a free inquisition. What is stopping you from being your own company? Is it equipment?”

“I get it,” Jesse answered. “Because you sell high-end studio equipment you could hook me up? I don’t care what kind of deal you could get me I wouldn’t know what to do with a server room.”

“It is like you don’t listen at all sometimes, Jesse,” Phil playfully chided. “One, as a team of one you wouldn’t need anything like that. Two, there are things out there way less expensive than you’re thinking that are specifically designed for small operations so you can have all the same tools as the big studios, just in a box on your desk instead of a server. Three, for the finishing equipment, for example, you can wait until you’re at that stage with a project and rent the editing bay as needed until you think it makes sense to buy one.” Phil chuckled. “And there’s financing, too, so money and equipment are no longer on your list of excuses.”

“Excuses?”

“Yes. I’ve been working for myself for 7 years now and I work with dozens of wonderful people who are now their own company, so I have no patience whatsoever for the excuses, which is all any of this is.”

Jesse paused. “You’re right. I’m scared. I don’t like the uncertainty.”

“I totally get that,” Phil said. “So you have to decide what you hate more, the job that’s killing you or the fear that you might struggle some on the way to being your own boss.”

“When you put it like that, it doesn’t sound like much of a choice, does it?”

“Nope.”

“Thanks, Phil.”

“You are more than welcome, my friend. Just out of curiosity, how likely do you think it is that we’re going to have this conversation again next week?”

Jesse took a deep breath. “This time, I don’t think so.”

“That is outstanding. I look forward to our next conversation in which we talk about your new adventures. But for now, you’re stuck at the office until you finish...whatever...so get to it, you.”

Jesse laughed. It was real this time. “Ok. Say hi to the family for me.”

Jesse returned to the blinking cursor and opened a new document. This time it wasn’t draining the life from his eyes. He thought about what he had wanted to be, the years he had put in, and where he hoped his life would go. Then he pictured himself at that same desk five years into the future. That’s all he needed.

“I hereby give my two weeks’ notice...”

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