Woes of a hopeless entrepreneur.

Not looking for a pity party in my honor, just venting a little bit. I hope that's ok.

I know there are probably thousands out there like me who have endless business and product ideas. Ideas that we are incredibly passionate about and ones we are confident would also probably make us a fair to above average living. My bigger ideas would make me a millionaire all while feeding my passions.

Most of my ideas are born of problem solving and not so much the financial side. That being the case, I'll have the brilliant idea, do a quick analysis in my mind, and realize all the reasons why it's a stupid idea.

I work a 9-5 that isn't bad and gets me right at the cusp of 100k a year. All my friends are jealous but the job is definitely slowly killing me and eating at my mental health. Not a bad job, but so insanely passion-less. I have my job to fund my passion which is working on old cars and trucks and bringing them back to life.

I just feel like there is some way that I could make what I make now (or more) and have it be in some way related to my interest. It's what I obsess over. I'm constantly thinking of things I could do to make it feasible to leave this job and work for myself. Seems all my ideas are killed immediately after birth for being to risky, to expensive, or for fear of my passion becoming as painful as my current 9-5. I don't want to ruin my passion/hobby.

Truth be told, what I really want is to live in a world where I have enough money where I don't have to have a "real job" so all I have to do is just do ultimate restorations on cars and trucks without fear of having to make my money back on them. It's my form of art. Some people paint, some write music. For me, I can see a crappy old car and instantly get a vision of the glory it could be brought back to. Making that vision a reality is what makes me tick.

I have so many ideas that I don't do anything with. I have been at this job for now over nine years and I'm 30 years old. The younger me always thought that a good paying job was my destiny and where I should hope to land and retire from. Now it's starting to feel moremore like a death sentence. This is it? For at least 30 more years?? I just get to come to work every day and pray for the sweet relief of death? God willing I'll make it a whole 20 years past retirement? Wtf kind of life is that?

My dreams seem so easy in mind until I analyze them. I want to open a business where I have around 10 employees and the business would be all about fixing up old cars and selling old car parts. I can imagine the work space and the warehouse area. But then, how do I hire qualified people? How do I pay them? How do I find the money to rent a place? How do I get competitive pricing from parts distributors? How do I even find parts distributors for the parts I want to sell? How do I figure out what laws I need to follow? How do I find the manufacturer of parts and have custom/improved ones made for me? If I can even find the manufacturer of the parts I want customized, how many cagilion dollars will they want, that I don't have, to produce them?

Those thoughts and fears kill all my ideas in similar fashion.

The worst part is, the only part of the grind that I'm any good at is actually working on the cars and trucks. I can't seem to be bothered to slow down to take pictures or document my process to post on my website to attract followers. How am I going to succeed if I can't even do a regular old blog?!

I keep telling myself it will happen when the time is right. But what if I just wait until I'm dead?

I don't know what I'm going to do but I hope I figure something out... Btw, this post doesn't require a response unless you feel compelled to. I'm really just venting my frustration with myself in a place where I think people will understand where I'm coming from.