I feel blessed to have a fairly large home fffice, with an attached fairly substantial walk-in closet with lots of shelves.
The space I'm occupying when I work at home used to be the workshop of the man who lived here before. The guy worked on vintage cars and did a lot of machining and manufacturing of parts in this space. It had bare concrete floor and pretty much unfinished walls before I got my hands on it and now it's a lot more inhabitable.
Anyway, while I have no shortage of space here — and lots of shelves to store stuff — most people who walk into this room think I'm living in a state of absolute chaos.
I suppose some of that is the result of the fact that I do a lot of different things, all at the same time. Technically speaking, four different businesses run out of this space all of them what you would call "micro businesses." It's also where I sit and write blog posts and do other writing, and it serves as "shipping central" for both Mrs. Denmarkguy's and my own online businesses.
In the middle of this you'll find all manners of cat furniture and cat beds, and it's not unusual for there to be three cats scattered the round this particular space... along with a huge litter box and a feeding station and assorted cat toys.
But to get back to the point I was going to make here, a good bit of the perceived chaos in this space is sort of a monument to all the things along the way that I have found myself interested in, and then decided that maybe I should do something more with it and turn it into a money making hobby.
That's not a recent thing, by the way — I have spent pretty much all my adult life trying to figure out how to make a living from my hobbies, essentially working extraordinarily hard at not having to have a job. It's not that I don't work, it's just that I don't want to have to get up early in the morning, get dressed to face the general public, have to get in the car and drive some unspecified amount of time to a place of employment where I end up doing work that I don't believe in for somebody who doesn't care about my contribution.
All just so I know where the money is coming from every week, rather than living in the constant financial crapshoot that has been my reality for the past 20 years and still is, now.
To the degree that I have a "problem" or a "behavioral issue," it is perhaps that I see potential in so many things, and I am far better at organizing and setting up things than I am at actually running them and carrying them through.
Perhaps this explains why one of the few things I did somewhat successfully while I lived in Texas was help people in the IT industry ( as a freelancer) who wanted to quit and start businesses on their own. I was really good at giving them all the plans and parts and sending them one their way, grateful that I was able to give them a good plan and doubly grateful that I didn't have to work that plan.
I have often been accused of being lazy and I don't rule it out completely, although I probably work far too much to be considered lazy. I'm just not very good at picking things that other people care about. There's not much living to be had from being the supreme expert in a niche that's only interesting to 42 people, worldwide.
So if there is a particular drawback to not being neurotypical it is perhaps being pretty much a shit indicator of what other people want and like.
Perhaps the real challenge is that virtually everything in life involves some kind of selling, whether it's a product you're selling or yourself you're selling… and I pretty much hate selling. My quest has often been to do or make things that pretty much sell themselves… but it hasn't exactly been a bountiful process.
Anyway, I was getting organized for one of my eBay businesses today and really noticed how many "doom piles" of things I could have tried to make a living at... actually occupy shelves and corners of this office space.
Which leaves the eternal question of what to do with these.
Common sense would dictate that I just "let go" of the original ideas and sell off each pile in its own little "eBay garage sale." It's how I get rid of most stuff I don't need... I suppose, because I am familiar with how the process works, and I've been using it for 28 years.
But letting go is more of a psychological thing, than a physical thing...
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