How broke do you have to be to get yourself out of your comfort zone?
We go through things to show us how strong we really are. It’s up to us to see the power in that and use it as fuel to change your life.
Yesterday I was reminded what my potential is. My life isn’t what I see, because this isn’t what I want and isn’t what I’m working for. I’ve been scared to finish the book and post my music because what people will think… But out of the 300 friends that I have on Facebook. 30 people probably actually read the posts and 2-8 people “like” it. So why should I care. It’s a mistake to care so much about what People think. It holds us back from our true selves. The person who can really make a difference.
Make mistakes. At least you’re trying. If it’s a mistake for me to be a business owner, preacher’s daughter, artist, older sister, wife and spill my life like this… I guess it is what it is. I will be successful anyway.
My work is my life. My skincare line is my life. My art is my life. Writing is my life. These things balance me because I can be creative in different ways and I will use what I have to achieve the level of success I’m reaching for. Made a mistake and told someone what I’m striving for and they shot it all down. That’s why I keep my thoughts to myself. No one lives in my shoes and can do what I can because we are all different with different goals.
If you can believe beyond what you see… You can have anything. Our problem, well my problem is that I look around me. I look at issues, rejections, disappointments, relationships, needs, frustrations, etc, and hold myself back. I’ve been so much better than I was, but I have some growing to do.
All the speakers I listen to talk about the same things. And one of the main things is seeing and believing for what you want, not for what you have or what you don’t want. That seems awkward at times, and people may think you’re nuts, but you’re not doing it for them. It’s for you! I’ve been doing it a lot lately. People have unfollowed me on my FB and social media, but I could care less! I’m trying to make sure my life is in order and I’m the best me God Made.
I don’t have all these desires just to wish upon a star and dream about. I can make it happen. All it takes is a lot of effort, a lot of time, a lot of hustle and grind, a lot of judgement, a lot of non supportive people, a lot of sweating, worrying and crying and you can make it happen!
Don’t expect handouts… You don’t want those. You want to earn every view, every purchase, every smile, every “thank you”, every follow, every comment, every subscription, every “like” and every “share” because you know they’re not feeling sorry for you.
*not my photo, my husband sent this to me
I can’t sleep at night. Not because I’ve had too much coffee, but because I wonder every day if I’ve hustled hard enough. Did I get enough completed today. Did I do enough art? Did I read enough? Did I write enough? Should I have made a song? Should I have made another skincare product? Did I promote myself enough on social media?
Laying down listening to my husband struggle to breath at night because of the construction job he has breathing dust and pollen all day. He’s had enough, but I’ve really had enough. My husband has to sleep sitting up! Damnit! I don’t think he realizes how much I hate his job. His potential is infinite, and he’s working there all day to barely pay bills. That’s why my hustle has gone to another level.
“Less Sleep More Hustle”-Reality of A Preacher’s Daughter
Everyday is about work. I feel bad when I watch tv because I know I can be hustling in some way. At times I wish things were a lot easier because I feel like I’ve struggled all my life. I guess this is just making a better story.
When I look at my life, right now, I feel like I’ve had more downs than ups. Not feeling sorry for myself, I’m good, I’ve had to adjust and make shit work. People have NO idea, not a clue what I’ve gone through. It makes it worst being a preachers daughter, hustling for EVERYTHING I’ve ever gotten. #Truth
I’ve been researching and teaching myself how to be a business person, create brands, understanding what customers want and be authentic to who I am and what I stand for. So blogging is the ultimate way to get my feelings out instead of holding them in.
Mentors have taught me a lot over the past couple years and helped me realize a lot about myself. (These mentors have never met me, they don’t even know I exist, but they’ve helped me to get where I am) I’ve learned that hustling is more than doing something in secret for 50 years. Let me explain. My way outside of abuse was creating. I made many different types of artwork, danced, wrote, designed houses, created new hairstyles regularly… Whatever I could do to create something with what I had, and I didn’t have much. I kept it all in my room. I didn’t even hang art in my house when I was younger. My mom probably never even saw most of the work I did. Why? Why did I keep a large stack of drawings and paintings under my bed? Why was their pottery and sculptures on my floor?
Unfortunately, they are all gone now. You will read about that in my book.
But my hustle, my grind, is for people to know who I am and what I have to offer, because it’s better than good. I can’t worry about the lost art, I have to push forward. If people see me push past all the shit I’ve been through… Maybe that will encourage someone else. My decisions haven’t always been the best, and I don’t want people to judge my businesses off of that. You have to see the overall picture of what I stand for.
I stand for GREATNESS. Working until you achieve what you want. Hustle. Get your work seen. Be true to who you are no matter what people say or think. There will always be someone who doesn’t like you. Who cares!!! There may be 1,000 more piece whose lives you changed.
So the people who know me have seen me change my pace. I’m not going to wait to get seen and pray some celebrity posts a pic of my art or skincare on Instagram. I’m going to hustle my ass off to prove to myself that I can do it and help show the world that you can’t wait for anything Drop out the sky.
Remember, the richest place is and will always be the graveyard. Don’t add your contribution. -Reality Of A Preacher’s Daughter
Reality Of A Preacher's Daughter 