And now I just stuck that song in my head. Good job, Kayla. Your coworkers don’t need to hear you singing.
Because yes. I have coworkers.
I’ve been floating around the interwebz for a while, some of it slightly stalkerish, most of it not, spending a lot of time with other fabulous men and women who are starting their own businesses.
I’ve noticed something interesting.
Everyone seems to want to make themselves into a clone of Tim Ferriss. Of Marie Forleo. Of Gabby Bernstein. Gala Darling. Leandra Medine. Etc. Etc. Etc. Of the bloggers that are living the good life, who sit there, drinking margaritas on some exotic beach somewhere, preaching about life and making more money then they know what to do with.
You see, we neglect to remember that every single one of those people lying on a beach somewhere started the same way you did. Hustling. Before and after you go to work. During your lunch break. The hours where you really should be sleeping. Going slowly slowly, and nearly peeing in your pants with excitement when you sign up that first client, or sell that first product.
Why can’t we be open about where we are in our business? With everyone moving so quickly, and with people so fast to judge you and your business, it’s hard to tell if people would take you seriously. Because if all you’re doing all day is instagramming pictures of your last beach vacation with the occasional inspirational quote thrown in, does that make you an expert on something? No. It doesn’t.
Are we so desperate for other people to see us as successful that we don’t want to say anything about the job that we do for eight hours a day, five days a week?
What would happen if we admitted the truth? If everyone was honest about what they did and how they spent their time?
Would it be so terrible for people to know that I have a job- one that has absolutely nothing to do with anything I want to do for the rest of my life? If they knew what YOUR day job is?
I don’t hold anything against those people who are genuinely able to support themselves doing what they love, and taking a vacation every once in a while. Or having a lifestyle completely different than mine. Do I have a bit of suspicion if all I see them talk about is their glamorous life and all the wonderful things they do? Yes. It feels like they’re trying too hard to convince me of how absolutely wonderful their life is, and if I only bought their product, my life would be just as excellent as theirs.
Maybe it’s not about other people. Maybe deep down inside, it’s about us. It’s about how we feel. That we don’t think that we’re a success if we’re still working another job to make ends meet. If we have some months where we do not earn a single penny doing what we love. If we aren’t off gallivanting on some fabulous vacation, but trudging to work in the snow and sleet, working on 3 hours of sleep at a job that sucks out our soul. That we’re not successful yet, because we don’t have enough Facebook likes, Twitter followers, people signed up for our newsletter, or page hits a day. Not to mention the fact that most people aren’t making the amount of money that we think they are, or have THAT many people subscribed to their newsletters. (Facebook and Twitter are another story.)
What exactly, is so terrible about being human? About starting? Businesses don’t fall out of the sky, nor do perfect humans. Things take time. Let’s face it. You’re not going to magically start making boatloads of money right away. Nobody else did it. Nobody is expecting you to. Except for maybe yourself.
So I’m putting a stop to this now.
My name is Kayla.
I have a day job.
And it does not make me any less of a person, of a coach, of a businesswoman, of a success at the life I’m leading, then if I didn’t.
It just makes me me.
And every day, I’m hustlin’…