Note: I am on my emergency vacation where I get to either a. fall apart completely while looking at beautiful scenery or b. not fall apart completely but still look at beautiful scenery.

So anything posted this week might not make sense. There. That’s my disclaimer. Carry on.

So you may recall that we (that’s me, my gentleman friend, my brother and my duck) are all torn up about our favorite neighbors moving to Denver.

I need to tell you why they’re leaving.

And how I took it (uh, not very well) because there’s a Useful Lesson or two in all of this about self-employment and stuff.

Okay. Here’s why they’re leaving. They’re leaving because one of them lost his job (ugh), but can keep it (yay) — kind of — if he transfers to a different position in the company. Which happens to be in Denver.

Reactions. Various.

Because I am a terrible person, my first reaction was purely selfish.

It was actually more of a stream of consciousness rant than an actual reaction, but this is more or less what the inside of my head sounded like:

“What?! You can’t move to Denver! We love you! We’ve never had neighbors we even remotely liked before this and now we have neighbors who are actual friends that we spend time with! Like, for fun!

Do you have any idea what we’ve put up with? We lived next door to a total thuggery with parole officers banging on the doors.

And the “we play mariachi music at full volume with the windows open for days on end when we aren’t even there” couple.

And what about the LA douchebags who weren’t even from LA and their late-night parties and their drumset? The DRUMSET! Noooo! Don’t goooooooo! We need you!”

But then because I am actually a lovely person, my second reaction was completely empathic and I listened to them talk about how miserable and scared they feel right now and sat with them in their misery and the scary.

Then because I don’t know anyone who has a “real” job, my third reaction was indignant. Like, they can do that to you? How? Who do they think they are?

And then because I am a business person, my fourth reaction was “Wow, when they give you those crappy lists at the SBA of the various supposed pros and cons of being an entrepreneur, they never mention this!”

When you own your own business, no one can fire you.

For me, the number one reason to be self-employed (okay, aside from all the reasons that I can’t function in an actual “job”) has always been that the whole “I can go anywhere and be anywhere” thing.

My gentleman friend and I are both self-employed. We both need nothing more than a laptop and an internet connection to earn a living. My duck doesn’t really care where we are.

So if I ever want to move back to Berlin (and I kind of do), I can. We both speak German and even though my duck hates the winter, it’s still do-able.

If I ever want to move back to Tel Aviv (and I don’t really but I think about it a lot), also not a problem. It might take a bit of convincing the gentleman friend but it’s really all about the food.

(There will be jachnun. There will be shakshuka. There will be decent hummus for goodness sake. Honestly? He doesn’t stand a chance.)

And no one can make you move.

While I was busy thinking about jachnun, the real point never occurred to me: the great thing about self-employment is that no one can make you leave.

I’d been so obsessed with the freedom of being able to pick up and go that I hadn’t even considered the freedom of being able to stay as long as you want.

And that is a big freaking deal too.

If I want to make Portland my home for good, no one can stop me.

Job security? I make my own job security.

All of my clients and students and internet-friends who have “real” jobs but hate them are always telling me about how frightened they are of giving up job security.

And yeah, I get the scary. It is scary. Absolutely. I started this thing with nothing and it was completely terrifying.

And at the same time, I don’t think it’s really about job security. I don’t think it can be about job security.

Because when I look at myself and my other friends who are self-employed, we know that we’re not giving up job security.

We’re creating it.

Security is about skills, coping abilities and your relationship with yourself.

You know what? I could lose The Fluent Self tomorrow and start a whole new thing. Not that this is a likely scenario. Obviously. Things are going great.

But if — tfu tfu tfu — something happened and it wasn’t feasible any more, my pirate ship is flexible. If the world suddenly no longer needed my tree-hugging working on your stuff work, I could regroup. I have the skills and knowledge to do that.

Plus I have a duck.

That’s why the most important things you can do — whether you’re an entrepreneur or you’re working for the man — are:

1. Learn about biggification and how it works
2. Work on destuckifying, so your stuff doesn’t get in the way.

Because then security is something that lives inside of you. It’s something you can access when you need it. You are your own anchor.

And no one can ship you off to Denver and make your neighbors cry.

This post reminded me how ridiculously wrong everyone at the Small Business Association was about what the “pros and cons” of working for yourself are. Let’s talk about that tomorrow because I have opinions!

The Fluent Self