As I’ve said in a previous post, I’m a child of privilege. I make no apologies for that.
My parents (who came from humbling beginnings) worked very hard so I wouldn’t have to work as hard them.
As a result, my load was easier, and I was exposed to the world around me with having very few financial burdens.
(Memories of when…damn)
So while I don’t have a personal story of living in a van down by the river eating sardines, I certainly appreciate those who do and I respect those who turn their humble situation into an opportunity to hustle.
My parents experiences taught me to never take anything for granted, not even the end piece of bread in the bag (makes great cheese toast-a hella good snack with the right type of cheese of course).
I’ve worked for a living since I was 16 years, not to support myself but to be around others, feeding my social butterflyness!
Through my experiences at work and play, I listened to other people tell stories about their struggles and I grew as a human being.
After being around people who came from nothing and built something for themselves in spite of life, my respect level for the hustle and grind develop early on.
Now that I’m older, single, and have to work to survive, the hustle is a natural part of my life. Yeah I complain like all of us but that lasts for five minutes and them I’m back… thinking of a masterplan…
I’ll never just work a 9-5 cause there are more hours in the day to get ish done.
My father was an entrepreneur and had several business flourish and fail. Now he golfs at the best clubs money can buy, reaping the rewards of his labor.
My mom worked her way to the top with only highschool education, now she’s traveling along with him and nagging about the next diamond she wants.
And yes…for the most part she gets it…
I get it from my mama…
50 Cent once said “sleep is for those who are broke”
Well my parents inspired the hustle bones in my body, so even when I do go to sleep, the hustle continues in my dreams.
-LCS
