First and foremost, let’s welcome in March! It’s the top of the bottom of the first quarter of the year (I said that to deliberately confuse you). We are blowing through these months in 2018, aren’t we? My mom was right. As you get older, time just seems to speed up.
SLOW DOWN, 2018! I’m trying to enjoy the year. I have plans!
Side hustling plans, obviously. Speaking of side hustle, I had a short enough conversation with a coworker on the way down in the elevator one day leaving work realizing something interesting about how single people and “our time” are viewed. My coworker had asked what was in the heavy bag I was carrying as we left work and I explained to her it was a project I had finished for a real estate client and I was dropping it off to them. And then she tilted her head as if to say ‘what’. I then quickly stated that I do work “on the side”. And she then replied, “Oh.” Oh. Oh, as in, how wonderful it was that I really didn’t spend all my single free time do absolutely nothing. [frowns face]. But if I wanted to, I surely be entitled to it. After all, it is my time.
Now, this coworker of mine is my age, recently turned 33, acts a little older. But that’s because she has two young kids, her oldest is 3 and her youngest is 17 months. She’s married to man who seems to constantly be in between jobs, so her salary supports all four of them. And she commutes from Palmdale to LA five days a week for work. Her plate is full, to say the least. And for someone whose plate is so full to look at me, a person whose plate isn’t as full — oh, so she may think — and to know I do more with my time than just come to work almost validated my existence. Again, the assumption that single people are lucky and have it easy.
I so do not agree with that, but I’m also a side hustler who keeps her plate full by choice.
Her validation of my “extra-curricular activity” wasn’t made because of the activity itself, but because I actually had one. I was doing more with my time than Netflixing. Forget the fact I am on path to position myself to be self employed. I’m doing more than what I need to with my life.
Over it. So over it.
Now, I like this coworker, but I will be damned before I apologize for my life choices or hers. To each their own. And I made this decision years ago that success would be a priority in my life. A good friend of mine used to tell me all the time, ‘the more you have, the more you have to give’. Damn straight!
I don’t want to be like everyone else. I don’t want to content with mediocrity and the hum-drum of every day life Low or status quo expectations are not for me. I want more because I need it. I need to know that when I leave this earth that I used every ounce of potential that was gifted to me. I need to know I tried every avenue to live the life I see for myself in my head. That doesn’t include kids before I’m ready. Or a deadbeat husband. Or even average friends.
So, yes. I spend my time doing bigger better things (within my limited scope and reach) because I want bigger better things for myself. That is the declaration I made to myself for myself.
To all side hustlers out there, you are validated in every thing you do, not because of the expectations that are placed you on and you exceeded them. But because of you and all efforts. You could have given up. You could have realized “this” isn’t working and settled for what you have right now, hoping it might get better on its own. But, no. You decided to make it better with your own two hands.
You are the shit. In case you needed reminding.