“Real” Wednesdays: The Circle You Keep

I’m turning 35 in less than a month. And I’ve been enjoying my 30s as much as peers thus far, I suppose. And I’ve read all the jokes about 30-somethings always going to bed early, staying in, being recluse as we climb the 30s ladder. And you know what I say to that: SO WHAT! 🤣🤣🤣.

I enjoy staying in, sleeping/napping at early hours and enjoying a glass or two of wine. My job, my hustles, and part time business are very client interfacing. I’m working directly with people all of the time. So, when I do go out and enjoy myself with company, I want to spend that time with quality people. My circle of close knit friends is small, yes, but not because people walked away from me or I walked away from them. I’ve just gotten more selective who’ve I spend time with. It matters to me that the people I interact with matter.

And I suspect that matters to most of you too. I mean, with so limited time on our hands, who wants to be around jerks and morons? Okay, not everyone is a jerk or a moron. Most people or doing the best they can too. We’re just on different planes. And it’s easier to relate and connect when we’re on the same plane.

In all seriousness, pick good people to be in your circle. It’ll matter when times are good. And it’ll definitely matter when times are not so good.

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Wine Wednesday: Having A Tribe

I love the idea of having a bunch of people I run to for support — if I got questions, need help, just wanna vent, need an introduction — whatever it may be.  But for the time being, my tribe is me and my girl Elle.  We’ve been friends since high school, but we’ve been on this hustlin’ journey together since 2012?  I don’t know, maybe longer.  And there’s nothing like having at least one person in your life, who gets it.  Who has the same drive and ambition and passion to make something out of life.  She’s in North Carolina doing her fashion thing, I’m here in LA, probably doing too many things.  But it doesn’t matter the mileage of time difference between.  We always seem to on the same wavelength.  It’s crazy.  But it’s wonderful.  I don’t know what I’d do without someone like her.

So I finished off the Bay Bridge bottle of Merlot I had in fridge, gave her a call and really felt like I had a meeting of the minds with my sister from another mother.  One of our weekly check-ins.  It matters so much to have that.  To have a tribe of my own — of even just one.  Grab you a bottle.  Find you a friend.

Wine Wed. Jan. 24th

(trying to bring the little plant back to life, having little luck)