Hustler baby

I hustled way too much this year. I became my parents, leaving the house early, returning late, rushing to meetings and juggling many jobs. I hustled to finish uni and write that project, I hustled through camp (I had loads of booze, so I had help on that), I hustled through so much work piled up for the money. I struggled through urges, and learned a lot of patience in loving.

I struggled to save, saving a lot less than the year before but investing differently. I made more money this year than the last, about N1m more but spent way more. Reminds me of this tweet:

I didn’t do the resolutions I set. I learned to cook two meals (spaghetti and pancakes) and I never practised. I didn’t travel every month and barely made two trips to states (Ekiti, Oyo, Lagos, Osun). I said way too much that I did not do. I did way less than I planned to do.

But in all I’m glad ‘cause now I know who I don’t want to be. I’m thankful for Ezinne, and my family and Timilehin, Odun and Zah, and the host of friends that made this year fun. I have a list of things I’d like to learn to do in the new year but those are not resolutions. They’re mere wishes I’ll attempt to make come true.

I have only one resolution. Live a life without stress or hustle.

That means many things. I’ll learn more, work smarter, make more money, manage expenses better, move closer to work, travel more and relax more. But in everything, I’ll enjoy life with whatever I’ve got. Happy New Year to you.