The Summer of the Hustle

I always imagined that I would be living a stable life by the time I was 30. I thought I would be married, financially secure, and mothering a house full of kids. So to be 45 and struggling is not only disappointing but it is tragic. I worked hard for a lot of years to help others and never through about my own security. While I didn't anticipate being a career-driven woman, once that became my reality, I thought the money would just keep coming. And it did, for a very long time. Until it didn't.

When I lost my last job, I took it as an opportunity to transition into teaching which is what I always felt I should have been doing anyway. Now my struggle is very real. I am barely keeping my head above water. I feel like I owe everyone $1000. Like... EVERYONE. 

This weekend, I started a new part time job that brings in a little extra money each week. But it's not enough. Not yet anyway. I have never been great at the hustle but... this summer? This summer will be the summer of the hustle. And hopefully there will be a little time to sleep.