I think of myself as a fairly down-to-earth, nonmaterialistic person. If I have to poop in a bucket I will. I’ve never had an orgasm over designer clothes or fancy sports cars.
But damn, this 55-year-old, like everyone reading this, is looking for that unique, something-nobody-has-discovered, gold-mine of a side hustle.
Here’s a couple of my more outlandish ideas:
Geriatric Escort Service: I’m not using any euphemisms here. This is an old guy or gal having sex for money. If you’re a man and made it to 80 or above, there are more single octagenarian women than you can shake a wooden stick at.
You could probably offer a 2 for 1 coupon and early-bird specials. Let’s be honest, even for us youngsters in our 50's, sex is not the chocolate cake after the meal….it’s the meal.
The Bucket List Palace: The name may not be elegant but the palace offers every dream possible while still in your biological form. It’s so serious about having fun, a copy of your Will and Testament is required at check-in.
The Palace, at its essence, is a resort with tons of liquor, legal cannabis, hot tubs, lazy rivers, and a 24-hour all-you-can-eat buffet built into the price of the room. This is the kind of place where there’s a Hall of Fame tribute with framed pictures of those who died while either eating, drinking, smoking, or attempting to have sex…..too much.
This would be Vegas on steroids.
Here’s a less outlandish idea
Build It and They Will Come: Jokes aside, my idea of a legit, slow steady side hustle is to organically build an audience. In my case, with written stories and articles, but any creative endeavor will do: social media, videos, podcasts, visual and digital art.
Most of us will never garner the millions of viewers, followers, or likes, to make any real money, but smaller amounts can be made with remarkably few fans or email subscribers.
I make around fifty dollars a month from all my writing, but it’s more of a side-pleasure than hustle — a hobby. In this day of fast video and phrase fragments flying around the internet all day, when someone reads a thousand of my words strung together, the result of a mysterious, cerebral process, I’m richly rewarded….by their time and interest.
Take it away….
I wanna make a lot of money. So do you. We could open a brothel, but we’re not.
Find a hobby or artistic adventure that makes you happy, and stick with it for a while….and see what happens.
Pour your heart into it, give it your best shot, be willing to learn. Maybe you’ll make a lot of money, maybe you won’t, but if you keep building it…..people will indeed come.
Love it!! I always enjoy reading your words strung together.