Living at home after the age of 18 used to be an unthinkable shame. Guys jumped into manufacturing jobs straight out of highschool, women married young and parents were left at home to go about their lives.
Thankfully, times have changed. Domestic norms have relaxed, and assembly jobs are competing with the Dodo for the most boring thing in non-existence.
Today, if you’re under 30, and out of the nest, you’ve got it going on.
But regardless of all the benefits of incubating a bit longer – more time to discover yourself, less pressure to marry, etc. – solopreneur millennials are lacking one trait that will make or break our success:
Our parents thought their baby boomer success would trickle right on down to us–that we’d all get to eat the fattened calf of the industrial economy forever. But somewhere between all the divorces, the alcoholism, and the evaporating jobs, we millennials put up a wall and said screw it. What’s the point in trying to succeed if we’re doomed to be as miserable as our parents?
Unfortunately for many of us, that mental wall has barricaded us inside our parents’ house…the last place a free-spirited millennial really wants to be.
Last year, I was in a dilemma. I’d found success as a writer and as a coach, but my business had slowed to a torpor. I didn’t know how I was going to pay the rent, let alone eat. Of course I engaged in the typical self-sabotage. Why the heck is this happening to me? I should be rich already! I’m not cut out for this shit. Help!
I indulged those thoughts for a week, which accomplished nothing and slashed my confidence to a speck. Rent was due in exactly three weeks, and I feared having to move back in with my parents — again.
But in my three years of being a freelancer and entrepreneur, I’d always found a way when I kept moving. I’d figure out some problem or make a new connection or stumble into a new gig. Only when I kept pushing, though. So in the midst of my weeklong wallow, I reinforced the weakest voice in my head. Just keep moving, I told myself.