Grindset

His coworkers listed their side hustles: website creation for local small businesses, crocheted objects, painting, poetry groups, grassroots political campaigning. Spencer began to feel inadequate, as if the hours spent outside of work should’ve been utilized, also, for monetization. 

So he brainstormed and ordered an ice cream machine. He began to draft different recipes, ordered several dozen empty pints, and dreamed of a table at the Hollywood farmers’ market. As the first batch sat in the freezer, he created a spreadsheet to calculate the costs poured into the endeavor. 

But the first batch came out a soupy mess. He threw it away, then stared at the box of pints and the machine and the balance on his credit card, wondering if it was ever worth it to try.

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