Happy Friday, ladies and gentlemen. And yes, for those of you aware of today’s date, it’s Friday the 13th. But I’ve never been one for superstition. Superstition to me is the equivalent of luck. And to quote Billy Zane from Titanic,”a real man makes his own luck.” In this cass, a real woman makes her own luck.
But let’s talk about how we’re just about halfway through September. Damn! I feel like it was just a few days ago we were talking about making these last four months in 2019 matter and now we’re down three and a half months. Time presses forward whether we’ve made plans or not.
Think about that as we close out the year. The clock is still running. And we might as well have it work with us than against us. So, push through these few months with all you have left. Surprise yourself. Level up. It’s not going to be easy all the time, but it sure is worth it.
In light if my high school chum’s passing, I decided to focus this week’s energy on making my time matter. Making the best of my time, making the most of time.
I’m not going to get crazy with this goal and go sky diving without any training or going bungee jumping off some bridge. And for some of you out there, these or normal outdoor activities. Sorry, not for this city gal. What I’m simply saying is that I am going to make myself more accountable for how I spend my time. And push harder for the things I want and who I aspire to be. I was already on this track, his passing was just a remidner.
I wanted to be like, “I finished my book and it’s on Amazon. Please go buy!” But right now I am having some serious publishing blues. And, as a result of Amazon. For those who’ve ever used KDP or KPD, or whatever it’s called, can feel my pain. When you upload your manuscript, they spew this crap about how it doesn’t fit inside the pages according to their specs. Which means you have to go back and edit. Having forgotten this headache this first time I published my book of poetry, I spent earlier this year trying to size the layout just right. As a result, I lost the word format and it had the PDF and noticed I needed to make more edits.
Converting a PDF to Word, is not an easy feat despite the number of ads stating their free and easy process. LIES!!! All lies. They failed to mention software incompatibly (in some cases), document delayed response time – my biggest issue now. And the additional frustration you’ll face when you think you’re so close, but really aren’t.
But I really want to share my book with you. I do. So, bare with me. Maybe in another seven days I will finally have a win in this department and have some good news. I’m trying here. But you know what they say…
Anything worth doing will not be easy.
(Now, I did look into Fiverr in regards to paying someone to convert my file for me and I came across two issues: (a) no one stated that they could convert more than 20 ot 25 pages and (b), a book based on using your resources to create a secondary income stream made this feel like a cop-out. If I could create two or three income streams, surely I could figure this out, right? )
I’m hoping to go to another Dodger’s game this Friday. They’re playing Cubs. Not that it matters, as I would watch any game they play. Huge fan. And as I’m getting in the spirit of the game to come, I pulled up YouTube and watched a couple of docuseries about Cody Bellinger. 2017 MVP, one of two Dodgers to hit 20 home runs in the first 20 games of the season. For a short while there, he had a batting average of .409, which is major! And even at .365/.37, still has the best average of any ball player this season thus far. And… he’s easy on the eyes.
But as the video shows they were documenting some of this (some I’ve just been up-to-date on), he was interviewed asking how does it feel to be on the streaj he’s on right now and he simply said it felt great. But there’s so much more he still needs to do.
I thought that was a great answer. Great that he acknowledged his victories but also was humble enough to know he could still be better. Do better. Go after better. Be better. Just… be more better of himself. I know for me, when things are good, I want to stop and enjoy the fruit of my labor. I want that instant gratification of reward. Forgetting that this victory, is one of many I need to get to where I really want to be.
But much of the time, a victory is measurement; a sign we are on the right track. It’s not a reason to slow down or slack off. Or even theendif our work. But a reminder to push ourselves even harder. Is it possible to push ourselves too hard? Absolutely! But a push that we have more ground to cover isn’t. In fact, it’s necessary.
Because no matter how good it feels to be the victor, if where we are is not completely where we want to be, keep pushin‘. Keep going strong. Even when things are already good. Don’t slack off. Keep pushin’
So I’ve committed to working out with my friend Elle, the one who writes for Foodie Fridays here, every Sunday, Monday and Wednesday. And in the process of getting ready to meet her this morning and exercise, my toilet clogs. No biggie. Except that my mom has my plunger and the plunger is in her storage unit. Ugh. So now my morning visit is just floating near the edge of the toilet bowl because nothing won’t go down.
So… this is a great a excuse not to work out, right? I mean, I hate getting up. My bed is super perfect after trapping the right about of body heat during the night. Why would I want to leave it at six-something in the morning to work out? So I text Elle the issue but not quite saying I’m canceling. Because I’ll have to deal with this problem sooner or later, I quickly YouTube a video to figure out how to unclog a toilet without a plunger so I can at least the toilet later. Done. Found the video. Follow the instructions. But in the video it tells me I’ll have to wait 20 minutes for the problem to be resolved.
Well, it really looks like I won’t be working out today. Bummer.
5 minutes later I hear the toilet unclog and drain. Hmmm. So I think about it. I’m already up. I’m halfway dressed. The toilet is unclogged. And I made a promise to her. So, I finish getting ready and meet her at her place while texting her on the way. Because I committed to working out with her. Because I made the commitment to myself. And even when I kept finding excuses and ways to back out this morning, it was more important to show up late than to not show up at all.
It’s the same mindset we have to approach every thing in our lives we’ve committed to. Especially the hustle. Every day is not going to be rainbows and sunshine. It won’t always be pleasant. Sometimes we’ll be presented with legitimate reasons to give up…don’t.
Stay committed. I know, easier said than done. But staying committed means keeping a promise, if only to ourselves. Aren’t we worth at least that?
Oh, man. I look forward to each and every Friday from the last Friday. And that’s the gospel truth.
This particular week has been relatively frustrating for me as I am feeling a bit “stuck”. I’ve had a number of interviews over the phone and in person, but no call backs for a second interview or a job offer and I’m… frustrated. I really hate the place I work at. It is soul draining. And I’m trying to get out of here and keep my head straight while pursuing other avenues that allow me to earn and be creative. But it’s not enough. I spend 40 hours here and ever hour feels like I’ve shorten my life by a day. It feels that bad.
But somehow I manage to fall out of bed, get dressed and come to work. Wanting, every day, to call out. Wanting a windfall of money to come my way so I can quit on the spot. Wanting anything but to be at this place.
So this morning I wake up to a text from one of my dearest and nearest, Elle, who sends me this beautiful message of how thankful she is for me helping her with an idea that she’s launching called J.U.N.K. Food. It’s about helping people who are interested in incorporating more plant based food into their diets to promote a healthier lifestyle. She sent me this long beautiful text about how all the women at her gym loved the idea and they can’t wait for it to fully form and follow the development of its concept.
And that made me feel good. Real good. Through my own troubles, I can be of service and benefit to someone else. I have strength even when it feels like I don’t.
So, I hope that all my hustlers out there who are also finding their own strength even when shit is not going according to plan. Keep hustling.
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.