Clients? Hardly any. My bank account was giving me the silent treatment, and the only thing growing was my collection of "maybe next time" emails.
I knew something had to change so I rebranded myself. And let me tell you, branding? It turned out to be the secret sauce, the magic spell, the... you get the picture.
Branding myself was like finding the last piece of a puzzle that I didn't even know was missing. Suddenly, dream clients started appearing out of thin air, I was charging more than I ever thought possible, and I felt at ease about the future of my business.
Year one of my entrepreneurial journey was like trying to sweeten coffee with salt...
Picture this: I'm elbow-deep in textbooks and surviving on ramen, all while chasing that elusive bachelor's degree. Because, you know, society says a piece of paper with your name in a fancy font is the key to success.
But then, I read a book that fundamentally changed my entire outlook on life and suddenly I was a full time college student running a business from my dorm room.
I found myself attending networking events (even though I hated them), posting my work all over social media, and feeling like a total outcast amongst a group of people that spent their nights partying while I worked next door.
In a move that screamed "I've completely lost it," I also signed a year-long lease on my first house a month before graduation. No stable income, no "corporate job experience", just a mountain of confidence, a design degree, and a whole lot of determination.
