It's hard to admit when you've failed at something. That's probably why it saddened me on Saturday when I filed the last tax return and closed the bank account for a business I'd started less than two years ago.
Looking back, I realize that I'd never really had a good plan - just a couple of clients and the ability to handle projects ranging from copywriting to editing, print layouts, marketing, web content development, etc., etc., etc. If I'd treated myself as a client, I'd have forced myself to limit the offering to one or two clearly related services. As it was, I ended up running from one small project to another, never developing a clientele in a particular specialty.
Fortunately, for the last year I've had a job that allows me creative freedom and is also teaching me some of the disciplines I lacked when I was on my own. I don't miss the uncertainty of entrepreneurship at all.
I snapped out of my little pity party fairly quickly after I rejoined my husband and went to lunch in a nearby town we both really enjoy. We've had better times and we've had worse times and everything always seems to come out all right in the end.