It's funny to think that I used to be one of those achieving type people who get a high out of getting things done. What I mean is that I used to have a 5-point agenda for each week, and if I got all five, I would get a reward. I also had a NAL and a framed certificate of future achievement and whatnot.
And then I became a hustler, meaning, I took on a ton of work to look and feel busy so that I wouldn't have time to think about what would be left if all that hustle was taken away.
And now - I enjoy a good hustle, but I no longer fear having to face whatever is left without it. I face it regularly. It's really not that bad.
And if it does feel bad, I just allow myself to take the easiest path, not aim to be perfect that day, and just cut myself some slack.
I fully acknowledge that hustling and having weekly goals is fun and productive and it does make time fly in the most fantastical way possible.
But for some, like my past self, it's an end in itself.
And the present me seems to have a whole new outlook on things.
