I had two jobs interviews today for Marketing roles. Still went to work for about 6 hours prior to my interviews. My mom.had my sister flown while she’s on summer break from her first year in college and we are all cozy-ing it up in my studio apartment. Six weeks of the the closest quality family time ever.
And I managed to collect the contact information of six Escrow Officers for my notary business. Because at the end of the day, no matter how wild my home and personal life gets and becomes, the hustle doesn’t care.
The hustle doesn’t care that I’m supporting and trying to be supportive of my mother. The hustle doesn’t care that my sister really needed to come home for the summer even though her home will temporarily have to be my home. The hustle doesn’t care that I have take interviews and leave work early.
The hustle just wants know if I’m still going to push through all this in the midst of these trials and tribulations. The hustle wants to know how bad do I want my dreams and what I’m willing to do for them; what I’m willing to suffer through for them
The hustle just wants to know if I’m stl gonna hustle.
And I am.