
Hey, I’m Hoz. My name is actually José Gonzalez Riley. I’m a British-Spanish blogger and content creator from Liverpool (England).
All the content on this blog is written by me; there are no guest posts or sponsored content here.
Hey, I’m Hoz. My name is actually José Gonzalez Riley. I’m a British-Spanish blogger and content creator from Liverpool (England).
All the content on this blog is written by me; there are no guest posts or sponsored content here.
I’m the author of Perfect Solopreneur, a book of hard-earned lessons over a period of 10 years, in which I built an online business, lost it all, and had to start again.
The premise of the book is how would I do things if I had to start again.
I think this is probably the most valuable question we can ask of anyone who has journeyed ahead of us. The learnings are in the mistakes, not in the successes. And as I always say: success is a string of failures.
The book is available on Amazon (just search for Perfect Solopreneur).
I’m also the founder of Rising Solopreneur, a training platform for solopreneurs.Â
This is where you’ll find my free and premium courses.
As a university student, I worked part-time as a junior computer programmer and general IT guy in a small firm where the accountant couldn’t for the life of him pronounce (nor write) my first name. He began writing Hoz on my wage packet instead, much to my horror.
Despite my best efforts to keep the matter secret, it wasn’t long before somebody saw one of the offending envelopes and, before I could concoct a likely story, everybody in the office (including the boss) began calling me Hoz.
Then, still reeling from shock and dismay, just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, a coworker visited me at the student house where I was living at the time, and uttered the name by which I was known in work. Others heard; all laughed. And thus the nickname spread like a virus, infecting everyone in the house.
My only remaining refuge was my personal circle of friends, but that sanctuary too was doomed. One of my fellow students was part of my personal circle of friends. There was nothing I could do. It took one single night out for the nickname to stick to the lips of everybody I had known and trusted as a friend.
Years later, and still to this day, Hoz is what people call me. There are people walking among us who don’t even know I have my own name.
And there it is. That’s why They call me Hoz.
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