Something could literally fall out of the sky and hit you in the head and end your day… Probably your life, but we’re not being grim, so we’ll just say “day.” Keep moving.
You’re not happy with your job, it helps you pay your bills, gives you medical, but you aren’t keen on the job for whatever the reason, keep movin. Find something else.
If your heartstrings tug you in a direction that you’re unsure about and you don’t “go” you’ll always wonder “what if…” If the desire is strong enough to take a risk, pull the trigger and keep moving. It’s just something you gotta do for you.
What am I getting at here? Whatever your “hustle” is keep it moving. A Tribe Called Qwest Does it better than I do, but you get the point. Keep moving. There will always be excuses and always be reasons to stand pat, or to stop “working your hustle.” And what do I mean by “hustle?” I mean whatever it is that motivates YOU; whatever that thing is you’re working on or working toward, keeping working on it, keep moving “IT” forward.
It seems simple enough. But it hasn’t been for me.
As some of you know I had some health issues (nothing serious) over the holiday months (from October thru December) that hampered me in a few ways. My eyes were bothering me. I have a recurring inflammation called Intermediate Uveitis. It’s generally a symptom of something else, to put it simply. Fun things like Rheumatoid Arthritis could cause it or other equally non-fun afflictions for that matter. Also, my back had “given out,” that is, my back pain was to a point where I couldn’t run with my running group after my half marathon in Long Beach. I tried and it hurt and I was hobbled. My back sucked.
After a couple of months of blood-work, x-rays, MRIs and a scare with an STD (when it rains, it pours. No, I didn’t actually have one, if you wanted to know. Funny story for another time, I assure you) it was concluded that the only thing wrong with me was my shitty jokes and the fact that my self-deprecating humor is “too effective” and that I should “knock that off.” Okay. Fair enough. So what, then?
Nothing was wrong, I was still sore, so I kept moving. I kept walking, not running, but I walked when I could. I limped up and down hills, watching asshole runners pass me by as I secretly scolded their running form (that’s not ‘Good Form Running,’ son!). I was angry at myself; at my body. Here I am, 37, and the “getting old” thing is hitting me. Hard. Break out the teacups because this fucker is going to have a pity party!
Because of how my body felt and how I felt, personally, I took myself out of some of the things that were most important to me: My running group and also out of the social circles of my good friends. I stayed away, rather than kept things moving…
But walking helped… Eventually. I did realize that you have to keep moving. You don’t have to be fast, sometimes you just have to be slow and stubborn as long as you keep it moving.
When I did rejoin my running group, I couldn’t keep up with anyone; I still can’t. Everyone’s progressed so far beyond me that it a) makes me proud of them and b) makes me want to punch myself in the head. But it’s okay. Everyone falls and that’s fine, as long as you get up and keep moving.
Today I ran 12 miles with my fellow ‘Snails.’ It wasn’t my best run, but it was fun and the most I’d ran since October. So I was really happy with myself! But that wasn’t the only thing I did this week. This week, I decided to end my working relationship with the school I’ve been working at. That’s where all my time and attention has been. But the call of being an entrepreneur never left and now seemed like a good time to leave it behind and “work my hustle” full-time. It’s scary and uncertain; but it’s going to be alright.
The only thing I could tell anyone is to keep working, hustling and moving. At the end of the day, that’s the only advice I’ve got.
Just keep moving…