On our return from Formentera, my wife and I split the trip into segments.
That meant spending the night in Ibiza, in what was nearly the worst hotel I've ever stayed in.
Not the worst one ever.
The worst one was a trucker hotel in Asheville, NC. That was the one where I slid open the drawer of the bedside table and found a used condom rather neatly laid out on top of the Gideon Bible.
That was definitely the worst one.
The second-worst one was this extended stay hotel in Louisville, KY where almost every night, drunk construction workers would get my room confused with theirs and keep trying to get their key to open my door.
Anyway, the Ibiza hotel was way up there in terms of bad hotels.
After a nearly sleepless night, Cheryl and I got up at 4am to catch a 5am cab.
The cab driver had just deposited a group of friends, fresh from clubbing, in front of the hotel. That's the cab we got into for the trip to the airport.
When we got to the airport and shuffled out of the car, the cab driver said with a wry smile, "You've survived another vacation in Ibiza!"
Makes me chuckle every time I remember this.
And it reminds me of self-employment as a generalist, at least a little bit.
"You've survived another year of generalist self-employment!"
Sometimes that's how it feels to operate as a generalist; like something you survive.
Your luck held out for another year.
You were able to outsource your business development work to your network for yet another year.
Your skills held their value in the face of commoditization for yet another year.
It doesn't have to be this way.
Surviving can become thriving: /services/
Have a great weekend,