Freewheel Finance: The Power of “Faking It” Mindfully

According to google analytics only about 2,000 people read this blog on a monthly basis, which means that about 10% of you are also sending me emails asking how the bleeping hell I afford to do what I do.

Fair enough. Point taken. Everyone can relax now, as I have written a blog post.

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In fact, I’ve decided to start a monthly(ish) series called Freewheel Finance, with the hope of clearing up some of the confusion and proving that it is actually possible to be a freelance athlete/writer and travel the world while simultaneously feeding oneself and [generally speaking] paying bills on time.

Back in November, a reader emailed me requesting that I write a blog post about “how I make ends meet on the road,” which made me realize two things. A) People are super curious about this and B) my blog makes it look like I have my shit together WAY better than I actually do.

I think my response to this email was something along the lines of “if I manage to pay my credit card bill at the end of this month without going into debt, then I will most certainly write that blog post because if I pull that off I might actually be qualified to tell other people things about money and while I’m at it I should just add some fancy initials to the end of my name like Syd Schulz, F.F.W., for fucking financial wizard.”

Spoiler alert — I paid off my credit card bill for that month and for the three subsequent months. And this year, I’m on track to actually make something close to a living wage. So I guess it’s time to write that blog post.

The theme of this particular blog post is “faking it until you make it” and how that works from a financial perspective. I know at least three of my relatives are cringing at this statement, but hear me out. I’m not saying goof off and pretend you know what you’re doing until a big pile of money falls into your lap — I’m talking about intentional, mindful faking. I’m talking about doing what you want to be doing, doing it well and doing it the way you want to do it — even if you’re not getting paid. Yes, I’m telling you to work for free. I know, I know, haters gonna hate, probably big time, but here’s the thing — if you want to build a living out of doing what you love, and you expect to get paid for it, you have to prove to people that you can do it well — or, in some cases, that there is a real need for what you do.

(In case you’re thinking I’m crazy, I didn’t pull this whole “work for free until you get paid” thing out of the ether — listen to this guy’s TED talk.)

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2014 was my trial year. I told myself that if I ended up broke and destitute and borrowing money from my parents after a year I would go get a real job. But for one year I was going to throw all my energy into doing the things I wanted to do — traveling, racing bikes, writing — and see what happened. Here’s a brief summary of how I survived 2014. It’s not very glamorous or impressive. In fact, it’s a little bit pathetic. But remember, it was all about “faking it.”

I started the year with about $6,000 in savings from my college job. I signed up for a new credit card, which got me 30,000 American Airlines miles and my flights to New Zealand and South America. My savings lasted through early June. From then on I survived on a few freelance writing gigs (around $2,000), the money from selling off a lot of bike equipment and other possessions (another $2,000) and a generous loan from the Bank of Boyfriend ($1,400 thanks Macky I love you!). For most of this time I either lived in a van/tent, at Macky’s parents’ house or at my parents’ house. By scrounging, hoarding money and spending every cent I made before it even landed in my bank account, I was able to afford plane tickets to Italy and Thailand. When I wasn’t traveling or begging for freelance gigs to pay off my credit card bill, I was doing the following things, largely without financial compensation:

– Writing a lot of blog posts
– Figuring out social media and social marketing and building a following on twitter/instagram/facebook
– Riding my bike A LOT
– Networking with sponsors and making new connections in the bike/outdoor industries
– Representing sponsors in exchange for free (and sometimes discounted) gear
– Writing blog posts, posting social media updates and taking photos for sponsors
– Racing my bike nearly every weekend for an entire summer

It was brutal. It was stressful. It was easily the best year of my life.

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And it paid off…

In 2014, I earned $200 riding my bike (and spent don’t-even-ask-how-much on bikes). 2015 will put me just shy of $7,000.
In 2014, I made about $2,000 as a freelance writer. In 2015, through a combination of freelance writing, social media consulting and copywriting, I should make around $9,000.

So no, I’m not rolling in it. I’m still spending every dollar that comes into my account (usually before it gets there. More on living “ahead of the curve” in a future post). I still spend the latter half of every month wondering when I’m going to get paid and if it will make it in time for me to pay my CC bill. My income has gone up, but so have my expenses (hello, Enduro World Series), and I’ll probably be selling off a lot more bike stuff to try to close that gap. Oh, and I’m still going to be doing a lot of work that I’m not getting paid for, because I’m still trying to build a career out of nothing, and it’s a bike-racer-eat-bike-racer kinda world out there.

This strategy requires a certain amount of financial and emotional risk. Good bye stability, hello roller-coaster. I get not everybody wants to live like that. But I would also argue that, in the long term, the “build-your-own-career” plan is no less risky than a lot of the options recent college grads are facing in 2015. Throw all your energy and time into a corporate job that you hate and that may dry up by the time you turn 25? Make minimum wage bussing tables while you spend all your time (and money) trying to get interviews for dream jobs that 10,000 other qualified people are applying to? Spend [another] $50,000 on grad school? Or spend a few years scraping together freelance work, working remotely, living on next-to-nothing and create your own job doing what you love?

Obviously I’m biased, but I’m really not judging anyone — all of these decisions are fine choices given today’s over-saturated and hyper-competitive job market. But the important thing to realize is that they’re all risky [i.e. I’m not actually crazier than you]. Maybe in 1975 you could get a master’s degree and be guaranteed a lifetime of employment, but it’s not 1975 anymore, and all three of these options are equally likely to blow up in your face (and also equally likely to work out great).

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This isn’t a “get-rich-quick” plan. In fact, it isn’t a “get-rich-ever” plan. My goal is not to make heaps of money, but rather to have heaps of fun, ride lots of bikes, have lots of adventures and be fulfilled by what I’m doing. But I’m not nearly as big of a dirtbag as some of you may think I am. I do have career plans; they’re just a tad unconventional.

So, for everyone who’s been dying to know how I’ve been “making it,” you now have the truth. I’ve been faking it hard, and now I’m sorta making it.

If you make a living doing what you love, leave a comment — I’d love to hear your strategy. And let me know if there are any particular topics you’d like me to cover in a future post!

By the way, I’m going to Italy… (and I can’t afford it)

I’m going to Italy, by the way. That’s kind of what it feels like right now.

An afterthought.

Oh hey, I almost forgot, but I’m going to ITALY tomorrow. (Erm, today, technically.)

They say (and by they, I totally just mean Gretchen Rubin of The Happiness Project, which if you don’t know about you should, because she’s one rad lady) that anticipation is a huge part of happiness. So, fully enjoying a trip involves anticipating it, getting excited, making packing lists, making plans, etc.

In the past I have always been a huge planner. I love guidebooks. I read travel blogs (I better, right?). I use apps like Trover to make list after list of things I want to do. I even wrote this article for Matador Network about why planning is just as much fun as traveling.

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But this trip? Well, I’ve kind of blown it in the planning department. Actually, it’s more than that — I’ve blown it in the “getting excited” department. This is not to say that I’m not excited to be going to Italy. I certainly am, on a logical level. However, a combination of factors have prevented me from actually feeling that excitement on a true, emotional level. They are as follows:

1. I have been running around like a crazy person for the past 2.5 weeks. No, make that all summer, but especially the past two and a half weeks. For example, this is what has happened in the past few weeks: I did a five-day mountain bike race, drove four hours, flew to Las Vegas, attended the five-day bike trade show/expo, Interbike, went to a shitload of a meetings where all sorts of wrenches (mainly good, but still stressful) were thrown into my plans, flew back to Durango, drove more, packed up everything I needed for Italy, drove to Denver and took Macky to the airport at 5 am on Thursday. And now, apparently, I’m going to Italy. Whoop-de-fucking-do-just-tell-me-when-I-can-sleep.

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2. There are still a few obstacles remaining between me and Italy. In other words, I have the world’s worst flight. Because I am broke and therefore always buy the cheapest flight available, I have an 18-hour-layover in Brussels. Now, I like ol’ Bruxelles just as much as the next person, but it’s still a city and more specifically a city in which, to my knowledge, I have no friends. This is the part where, if you are reading this blog and you happen to be in Brussels, you say, OH HEY I WANT TO TAKE THIS BLOGGER OUT TO DINNER and you email me pronto at syd.schulz@gmail.com. I will be there Saturday at noon through Sunday at 6am.

At least I have this elephant pillow...name suggestions in comments, please!

At least I have this elephant pillow…name suggestions in comments, please!

3. This trip represents a serious changing of gears and possibly a full-on identity crisis. Here’s why: I’m going to a writing conference in Sicily where I will be part of a workshop and the workshop will be workshopping the book I wrote last summer. Have I mentioned that I wrote a book? Probably not, because I haven’t thought about it since February, when I submitted my application to to this workshop. I kind of got distracted by the whole bike racing thing and how I didn’t totally suck at it. And then I went to Interbike and received a few offers, that, while tentative, make it look like I could be a full-time professional athlete next year, albeit a poor one. I’m not sure why being a writer and being a pro mountain biker seem like such huge conflicts to me, but they do. Possibly because they are both extremely absorbing jobs. You don’t just stop being an athlete when you finish a race. And you don’t just stop being a writer when you put down your pen. They’re both the kind of jobs that invade your dreams and I guess I’m not sure I will have the emotional energy to do both. Now, I suppose, is kind of the time when I try to reconcile that. And that’s sort of stressful. Like, hey Syd, figure out your entire life in the next three days, ready, set, go.

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4. And lastly, I can’t afford this trip. Both bloggers and athletes are notoriously bad about talking about money. It’s much easier to just gush about all the awesome places you’ve been and all the cool things you’ve done, and leave people to speculate how on earth you afford it. So how do I afford it? Well, the honest answer, at least at the moment, is I don’t. Or, I do, but by riding a wave of hope. Hope that things will come together before my next credit card bill, or, in other words, hope that the people I wrote things for MONTHS ago and who owe me $500 will get their act together and pay me before I murder them or die of starvation. That’s the appalling thing about being a freelancer — you budget as well as you can and then one person doesn’t come through and leaves you totally in the lurch. My temptation to call them out by name on the internet is overwhelming, but in the name of professionalism (ha), I will resist. The point? If it weren’t for what I’ve dubbed the “boyfriend-bailout” I would be flying to Europe with $48.76 to my name. Awesome, that’s like 5 euros, right?

I have complete faith that when I step off the plane in Palermo, I will feel that unmistakable buzz of being in a new, unexplored place. I will fall in love with travel all over again. I will find the spirit of adventure and new experience. After all, it’s never failed me yet. And I think also, that, as it has so many time before, travel might provide me with some answers.

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How do you get excited and “in the mood” before a big trip? And, equally pressing, what should I name my elephant pillow?

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