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.
Oh, I’m so tired right now. Legs hurt, arms sore. And my left shoulder is experiencing a pain like no other as a result of today’s constant lifting and moving. Lifting and moving, you ask? We’re hosting a breakfast fundraiser event tomorrow and we got most of the preparations completed today to make light work tomorrow. That meant me crawling inside of a U-Haul van and stacking 220 canvas gift bags. And a box of centerpieces.And the entire time, I smiled. I smiled not because I was at work and it’s my job to be all smiley and happy. But my game face is positivity. And smiling is apart of that. Laughing is apart of that. And when you’ve got a mountain of work and only a limited amount of helping hands, you gotta put your game face on.Power through it. When it seems like the odds are high and the work is tough — and we all know what that feels like — put your game face on! It’s easier said than done, but practice makes improvement.
I was off site today for work at the Corrections Department for a luncheon for recently released incarcerated women. And they had a small but powerful group of speakers who really spoke to me although they were intended for the other women. The speakers talked about never giving up and pushing through obstacles. And they also talked about following your passion. That’s when my ears perked up.
I forgot the speaker’s name and I could kick myself for it, but she talked about the importance of finding and following your passion. Find what you love and figure out how to make money from it. And I listened. Not because I don’t know this information, but because I needed to hear it again. I needed to be reminded to follow my passion and be happy in what I do.
But all I know is that I want to be my own boss. I need to work for myself. I’m passionate about that. And I need to revisit that goal and that passion. I need to go back to the drawing board. Nothing is perfect but it can always be improved.
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.