A native of Los Angeles and a believer that now is the time that women of the 21st century need to nurture their financial futures with side hustles. But also sharing my experiences on the freelance road to freedom and career control.
So… I mentioned this sometime last month, but didn’t get a chance to follow through. Between me getting pneumonia (don’t even know how that happened) and the list of tragedies we’ve been mourning as a city — yes, the city of Los Angeles has taken the death of Kobe and his daughter very hard — I didn’t have a “right time” to debut the first confirmed and published ebook of a year-long, once-a-month series I’m working on.
So, without further ado:
And you can find this short, very easy to read ebook on Barnes & Noble at: http://bit.ly/2RYxy3T. It’s $0.99. It’s not going to break the bank and will keep you in the mindset and spirit of committing to your goals this year and manifesting your dreams.
If you purchase the ebook (and hopefully you do) and want to share your thoughts with me — I’m open to all feedback, send me an email: email@example.com.
I feel like the more time I have to work on my side projects, the less I do and the less I want to do them. And I’m doing my best not to let the getting-home-from-work-and-being-tired thing be my excuse for failing to accomplish small tasks. I mean, we’re all tired after we get home from work. And we all have other things we need to get done, errands to run or just life tasks to handle. Like taxes. I know. I told all of you to do your taxes on January 27th and I still haven’t done mine. In my defense, I attempted to submit them twice and… yeah, just one of the seasons for me. I digress…anyways.
I was trying to commit to using as much of the four or five hours I had from getting home from work to when I went to sleep my own projects, but it wasn’t helping. I wasn’t doing much with the time. I would find myself putting off tasks, waiting till the last minute to get something done and sometimes having to finish it in the morning before heading off to work. No bueno!
I was overwhelmed with so much time to work with that I was under-producing. Completing one task, maybe two. Something had to change because at this rate, I was almost getting nothing done. So, change I figured out what would work best for me.
I’ve actually told a client how to better manage their time, not because I’m this all-knowing creature and I’ve mastered time management…ha!!! NEVER. But she wanted guidance on how to fit time in writing her book after work so she met deadlines and kept on a schedule. Thinking back to my conversation with her, I took my own advice. I scheduled blocks of time. Instead of forcing myself to use 35 hours a week (almost like a whole ‘nother job), I reduced the time I spent focusing on my side projects and goals to increase the amount of work I got done.
I know, it sounds ass-backwards, but work with me here. If you had only 30 minutes to get something done, wouldn’t you be more laser focused than if you had 8 hours to complete it? Or one week? It seems like the more time we have the more time we kill. I don’t know about you, but my time is too valuable to be wasted not knocking things off my list.
So this is what I restructured my time to reflect:
Only two hours a night during my work week and four hours each day on the my weekend days. Weekend hours don’t need to be consecutively completely in one four-block. I can break up the time block to reflect when I have to focus or get things done.
Simple. Easy. Not complicated. Most importantly, easy! Time management should be just that.
What do you do to stay on track and make sure you’re maximizing your time and efforts.
I made a commitment earlier this week that I would come out and support someone’s friend’s art exhibit, called Sister Gaze. I’ve always wondered what an art exhibit would like of just photos and images. Photos of things you’re really passionate about or the artist finds beautiful in their own unique way. Even if you’re not Warhol.
And it’s interesting to view someone’s creative expression, putting it out there for critics and clamor alike. How does one find the resources and the nerve to do so?
I guess it’s very much like side hustling. A different form of expression, always taking chances and risks. Constantly putting yourself out there.
I’ve heard that line too: If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.
Hmm, wrong. Work will always be work. That’s why they don’t call it “fun”. Seriously. But you can love what you do enough that you actually want to keep doing it. You get excited about getting up in the morning. You’re excited about meeting a new client. You’re excited about making your first phone call. That’s all work but it’s work you enjoy doing.
But more importantly – something I find myself constantly working on – is loving the process. Learning to love the journey and not just be waiting to arrive at the destination. And I’ve always been a destination kind of girl. I want to get there already. I’m in the backseat asking, “are we there yet?” I am extremely impatient. And that means always wanting to fast forward through the steps and get to the reward.
But I’m starting to really learn that sometimes the steps make the reward that much better when you finally arrive. And other times the steps are the reward. When I sit down and meet with a client face to face, I’m always secretly impressed with myself as to how confident I sound. As to how knowledgeable I come off as. To how well spoken I can be. Yes, I’m tootin’ my own horn here and I ain’t ashamed of it. But that confidence and knowledge didn’t happen after one client or one successful workshop or meeting. It was me constantly investing in myself taking the time to self evaluate and constructively criticize so I can be better for the next client. Finding opportunities to learn and study and practice again. That’s my process. And although I don’t always acknowledge it as part of the equation, it’s always a factor to whatever success I’ve earned.
And in case you didn’t know. I work with aspiring hustlers one-on-one. For those of you in the greater L.A. area, we can schedule an in person meeting. For those elsewhere, we can schedule a phone conference. Either way, you can reach me at:
I really didn’t want to talk about this. I’ve been intentionally staying away from most media outlets because the tragedy that ended Kobe’s life along with 8 others, including his own daughter is… heartbreaking. And the deeper you peel back this untimely loss, it will rack your brain with questions that will never be answered, thoughts impossible to imagine and an ache that is hard to heal.
I don’t how to describe to someone who doesn’t live in Los Angeles what the general mood is in our city is right now. Literally, as a city, we are mourning. We mourn monuments and monumental moments, this is no exception. To lose that many people, that many family members together is unimaginable. As big of a star as Kobe was, this moment feels 10 times larger and hurts just as much.
For me, it reminds me when a friend of mine died last September. He was 34. Young life lost is hard for me to process. I immediately think of everything that person will never have or experience because of how young they died. I thought about the same thing when I learned that Kobe’s second oldest daughter was with him in the crash. She’ll never graduate high school. She’ll never go to prom. She’ll never read her college acceptance letters. She’ll never have a boyfriend. She’ll never be proposed to. She’ll never get married and have kids of her own (if that’s what she wanted). And the same goes to her school friend who was with them. All these “nevers”.
I don’t know how to express what it feels like to be L.A. right now with this loss. We may not have known him personally, but he represented so much of what the L.A. spirit is, it feels like we lost someone close to us. Wherever you were when you heard this news, I hoped you had a chance to reach out to loved ones and remind them how much they mean to you.
What is it with people – ladies, we’re the biggest culprits of this – with settling for “enough”? Yes, I said settling. What is enough, especially within a society and an economy prone to inflation every year, if not more frequent? What is really enough for someone? How much is enough? Enough for what?
Do you want enough time to get to work everyday even though when you clock in or make it in the office you always look rushed? Because you had just “enough” time. Do you want to have enough money to pay your bills every month knowing that companies sneak in extra fees or raise their rates? What you’re paying for this month may very well be higher than last month. And it most likely higher than last year. Are you going to be able to cover your bills this month if the rates get raise because you think you have “enough”?
This idea of “enough” is dangerous. Why can’t we want more than enough? An abundance of our desires and needs. Is it because we’ll then be seen as greedy? Selfish? Obsessive? I say so what to all that. My “enough” is more than enough. I don’t want to worry about money, so I want more than enough to cover any surprise expenses or emergencies. I don’t want to worry about if someone might break in my apartment so I want more than enough security precautions and measures. I don’t want to worry if I’ll keep my job so I want more than enough good daya where I excel and show my value to the company.
This shaming people who want more than just the measly “enough” others are willing to settle for is ridiculous. Just because someone else’s standards are low or lower doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t want more for ourselves. Go for more than enough. Go for overflow. Go for abundance. And get rid of the just enough people.
Seriously. Unless you know you owe money, girl just file your taxes and be done with it. Don’t wait, don’t procrastinate. Just head over to the irs.gov website, pick the program that fits your needs (which state, your age, your income from the year) and get on it.
And I’m a firm believer and doing taxes yourself. Why pay twice? Unless you made bank and need a tax expert to help find those lucrativeoop holes, go ahead and handle taxes yourself. They’re alot less intimidating than they’ve been made out to be. And the “hardest” part is itemizing – which my hustlers should be doing, because we want all the tale breaks we’re entitled to – particularly, if you haven’t kept good records all year long.
Let’s talk about it, you and I: firstname.lastname@example.org
My Sunday does not stop! But on purpose. I wanted to have a lighter Monday of just getting my projects together so I dumped this client meeting on a Sunday evening at Cafe Americano. This place looks deserted and I love it. Not big on crowds so, peace and quiet at a coffee shop is ideal for me.