Once upon a different Carla-life, I was all about the side projects.
These ventures were where I gleaned energy & fulfillment I wasn’t currently receiving from my day job.
I hustled on the side as a way to increase my joy.
Decades later I joke about side hustle all the damn time.
In addition, if you hang with me offline, you’re aware I long to rescue a sidekick for The Doodle and name her Sidehustle.
The past four months, however, I’ve realized something,
At first, as with most things in initial stages, hustling seemed exciting.
It was energizing.
It was thrilling.
When a new friend remarked how ‘even my sidehustles had sidehustles’ I wanted to kiss him full on the mouth.
(I didn’t. I said thank you.)
To my delight the act of hustling appeared to be everything I never knew I always wanted.
Yet one night as a friend and I brainstormed another “OK, so we could join forces and do ___ together to make money” scheme it became clear:
…and I hate being busy.
Somewhere along the way I’d forgotten I built my personal brand on the unapologetic embracing of the fact I’m pretty average.
As I hustled I’d forgotten what I’d instructed clients about resistance training translated into how I led my life:
Do less than ‘full throttle’ each day and you’ll rise the next eager and excited to do it all again.
Hustling had become my new BUSY.
I needed to remind myself there’s a reason why I’m a mono-tasker.
Hustling was my new BUSY.
I was hustling for the sake of the hustle.
Even though I’d momentarily forgotten, underneath it all I knew the fact I preferred the no-hustle life had a lot to do with personality.
To my chagrin at times I’m Type B.
I don’t settle for average; I embrace mediocrity (and wonder why it’s gotten a bad rap).
I have friends who are happy hustlers by nature.
Friends who, in the same fashion as extroverts who recharge through socializing, create energy the more they expend.
Right now, at least for today, I’m neither woman.
And, because of that fact, I cannot allow my self-worth to be defined by how hard I hustle.
I know what ___ means to me. What does it mean to you?
- Is it synonymous with BUSY in your world, too, or does it mean something different in your neck of the ‘net?