Some days, it feels like I’m juggling the world with one hand and wiping my tears with the other. I wake up, clock in, clock out–and then clock back in on me. That’s the soft hustle. It’s not loud, and it damn sure isn’t glamourous: but it’s necessary.
Working a job, while doing anything is a grind. But when you’re working toward your dreams? That’s a whole different kind of beast. It requires a patience nobody sees and a level of discipline that you have to muster, often out of thin air. Especially on days when the money’s tight, the body is aching, and the vision just feels, so. fucking. far.
But I keep going.
AND let me not fake it, I’ve definitely had my moments chasing those dreams without the job to fund it. That ended real quick. So no, I don’t have it all figured out. But I keep going because I see the version of me that I’m building with every clock in.
This time around, I’m up early writing and knocking out different applications, I’m filming content on my lunch break, tracking funds to the last cent, and finding peace in organizing and resetting my spaces. And some days, I let myself rest because rest is a part of the work too.
Progress doesn’t always come in grand moments. Sometimes, it shows up in consistency. Sometimes, it’s standing ten after life hits you dead in the chest.
Bank on Robyn–it’s a part of the soft hustle too. It’s the embodiment of my belief in myself. A moment in time I’ll look back on and say: it wasn’t easy, but the lemons gave me lemonade. The grinding was just a part of the process. And what are we cooking?
The life we were destined for.
If you’re reading this and you’re tired, but you haven’t given up-you’re doing it too. Keep going! Keep building and remember: the hustle may not always be visible, and it damn sure doesn’t have to be hard to be real.
k bye
Robyn
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