The hustler in me is tired.

I love the hustle, I live for the hustle. Trying to get goals fulfilled get dreams met and visions to materialize, this is the stuff I live for or lived for. And then I found myself burnt out and exhausted and suddenly I was sick of the hustle. I was dead tired and unmotivated. What happened to me? Then suddenly I am back to my old self slaying my work life, home life, building a startup, maintaining friendships and social commitments. I’m winning again. Then boom I’m once more in the pits can’t take it too much to do so I’m arrested in a state of deep overwhelm. And that was me, winging on the pendulum of hungry hustler to unmotivated, exhausted and overwhelmed wide-eyed girl. When do I say enough, this has to stop and ask “Do I have to do it all?”
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The Quarter life Crisis is so real

had just started my first "real" job and bitterly realized that my passion, enthusiasm and expensive education would result in me being nothing more than a paper pusher for the rest of my life. I suddenly realized that "success" was a fraud. As my concept on life and success changed and feeling of bitterness came over me. I broke up with my college boyfriend of 5 years. I was in crippling debt and was now living with my parents. Student loans were consuming my already miniscule paycheck. Even with no living expenses I was living hand to mouth and wondered would I ever make it through and is this the life that I had worked so hard to build only to be bitterly disappointed by it?
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