It was half past 10 in the evening when my shift had come to an end. I was tired, but mentally I felt prepared for the 12 hour shift I had to work the following day, and as I was about to grab my day’s wage and drive off into the night, a lady looked me in the eye and told me I’m working really hard.
It was a moment that pulled me away from the cycle that I’ve been stuck on since the start of my hustle this morning. Sometimes it takes someone else to notice what you’re doing from the outside looking in before you truly see it for yourself; it’s so easy to become engrossed in our own doubts and disbeliefs.
It’s like riding a bike for the first time, after having gone through so many trials and errors to the point you doubt you’ll ever get it right, only for the moment to arrive where you’re riding with your eyes closed, thinking you’re gonna fall, before you open them and find you’ve successfully learned how to pedal.
I found myself feeling emotional after that moment, because I must have been trying pretty hard to get my job done for somebody to notice enough that they would praise me for it.
Working away for an hourly rate that hardly fronts the monthly bills is an overly hyped, and overly expensive affair. This is the reason why I try to make sure that whatever job I commit myself to, Im doing it for a set of reasons that are worthwhile, and make me feel fulfilled.
I often hear myself in this train of thought; if I’m being honest, I find it really astonishing that up until now I haven’t given up. Something is keeping me latched on, something keeps holding me up, and If it’s not my stubborn will to keep going, it’s the family that needs me to get this right.
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