Let’s start at the very beginning
A few days ago, I received notification that someone had left a comment on the first ever post I wrote for Monday Hustle. I always get a little bit nervous when someone leaves a comment to be honest, because I hear those slimy trolls can be nasty creatures… But to my relief, this comment was from not a troll, but a lovely soul. It said this:
“Great read. I’ve always ruled my life by living The Dream and I don’t regret a second of it and I never ever could nor shall nor will or have!”
As well as being extremely grateful that the post is still being read and ingested with some reflection, it was so nice to know that someone else out there took a risk on The Dream and has been living in a state sans regret ever since. I mean, that in itself is a dream, right?
I also took that comment as a sign that it was time for me to go back and check out what I had written in all my naive excitement on June 29th 2015.
It really is quite unbelievable to have that part of my life recorded as such a candid train-of-thought, because when I looked back over it having gained some distance from that comfortable reality, all I thought to myself was – girl, you had no idea.
Sure, I had an idea of the direction.. I had an idea of what The Dream was.. I had a few contacts, an acceptable amount of savings and a lot of energy to burn.. But I had no idea about how I was going to tangibly fill my days. I had no solid plan of attack. I had no idea how quickly a week can go by when you are the only person responsible and fully accountable for creating the activities, the challenges, the meetings and the deadlines.
It’s been 9 weeks. NINE WEEKS. And still, I sit here writing for you with no tangible results when we are talking dollars. But, I have gained so many things that money can’t authentically buy in 9 short weeks, and these are things that will aid me for the rest of my flippin’ life.
As cheesy as it sounds, in forcing myself away from what was ‘comfortable’, I have learnt so much about the importance of making sure I am my own best friend. Before, it was the world with me in it. Now, it’s me immersed in the world, and what I’ve realized is that it’s a really vulnerable position to be in. There are so many things I could be negative about.. The money situation, the time that has passed, the friends I don’t see as often, the opportunities I’ll never know about, the fact that lots of people think I’m doing ‘nothing’, and sometimes I even feel like I’m doing nothing!
But whenever I feel my mind turn to the negative, I am getting so much better at consciously refocussing on what is positive about my situation; I have the freedom to create my own platforms. I have the space to source my own opportunities. But what I need to stay especially positive and forever grateful for, is the fact that I was fortunate enough to be able to choose between a 9-5 and chasing The Dream at all.
And this reminds me that I need to get motivated and try my flippin’ best to make it work.
I love that my first blog post was so candid, that it lacked any real plan, that it was so cliched I should have ended it with ‘Dream hath no fury like a woman scorned’. Because what it shows me is how much I’ve learnt. 9 weeks ago, I knew how to be positive, but now I’m learning how to stay positive. I’m learning about what leading a fulfilling life actually means to me. And I’m learning how to rally against the most powerful source of bullshit that exists – my own mind. And that, is bloody priceless, mate.
So regrets? Nah. I’m also learning that they’re not worth having. I’m right there with you, kind commenting stranger. The hustle is all about learning from the past, keeping present in the now and staying positive about the future. And in some ways, my past self may have been more wise than I’m giving her credit for .. Because my past self always kept in mind that it would never happen overnight. #MondayHustle