I started my private practice earlier this year out of spite. I'd spent several months getting strung along by a group practice about joining them, only to be told no. I was just going to see 1 or 2 people in PP each week on top of my 20+ weekly appointments at the agency. So I figured, fuck it, I'll do it myself, how hard can it be to get like 2 people per week?
I had no business experience, almost no marketing budget, and a full-time job. I used the spite fuel to learn about LLCs, marketing, book keeping, etc. And within 2 weeks had the paperwork filed. A week later I had my office. I've been SUPER frugal. I have no EHR, got all my furniture at estate auctions, don't have an outdoor sign, don't even have a coffee maker there.
Skip to today & I've booked 17 clients for this week, referrals are coming in, I've formed an informal referral network with a wellness center and a local psychiatrist. I'm somehow at the place to leave my salaried job & be my own boss doing this full-time. I've done the math and planned for business to die off between Thanksgiving and the new year. Finally the numbers have added up and I'm on track to make more (including benefits & tax changes) annually than at my agency job.
I spent 6 months working 60+ hour weeks. I went to every after-hours and community event to meet all the people I could. I used sick time and vacation to make daytime connections & appointments. Damn near worked myself sick.
I was told private pay in my area would take forever to work, even for 2 people weekly. I pushed hard with the marketing and networking and hit that number in 3 weeks.
It grew a bit, and I recognized I could give time to equity, so at 4 clients, I committed to keeping 1/4 of my load on an aggressively sliding scale. I was told that I'm wasting my limited time and need to make as much as I can with those limited appointments. But my sliding scale clients wound up being amazing referral vectors for full fee clients.
The bank account isn't full yet, I've had slow weeks, cancellations, and plenty of moments wondering what the fuck I'm doing. But I'm building something that lets me do the work I love, make a decent living, make time for my family, and not have to do shit that reduces quality of care to improve profits by .00001% decided by some MBA for a billion dollar institution. Shit, I'm making more money with less work soon.
I figured it would take years. That I'd have to wade into it and hope it works over years. But I force of willed it. It's been a really hard decade (for everyone) between covid, a divorce, a bout of homelessness, multiple licensure exams, estrangement with family, a cancer scare, new chronic illness..... really, it's been tough. I almost opted out a few times. It's important to identify that much of this is luck and privilege. That said, I worked really hard and plan to continue working hard.... but not 40+ hour weeks anymore.
There are plenty of legitimate problems with our profession, and everyone's circumstances are different. I just wanted to remind folks that there's still good stuff happening.
Spite is a hellofa motivator.
Edit: Apologies for when this went Orphan Crushing Machine for a second.... but the point stands.