This morning on the way to work, I was shuffling through my iPod when I came across a song about “hustling.” I don’t remember exactly what song it was (it certainly could’ve been ‘Can’t Hold Us’ by Macklemore, but then again why in the world would I have Macklemore on my iPod?) Nonetheless, it got me thinking about the word and the form it has taken today.
Now I know that by definition hustling gets a bad rap. I actually think that if you look it up in the dictionary, it has something to do with prostitution and fraud. But I know that for me personally, hustling is about working hard and doing what you have to in order to make it. It’s not glamorous, and it’s not easy. It means having to roll up your sleeves and do the things that no one else wants to do. Because at the end of the day, you’re a dreamer and a doer. You’re a fighter. And if that’s what it takes to propel you towards those dreams, then you’ll be damned if a little hard work gets in your way.
That said, I like to think of myself as a hustler. And it’s interesting because I’m typically the person so caught up in not showing my flaws that I wouldn’t dare say I’m someone who “hustles.” But lately, I’ve been learning to appreciate my driven nature and have even been inclined to collect some battle scars. I want to show the world what I’m made of. And I can’t tell you one single time when that has come easily for anyone. So if that means that I’m a hustler, then so be it. I’ll hustle every day. xx, t.
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