Last week I totally lost it.

 

It wasn’t quite as bad as a toddler at 4.30pm in the middle of the Coles frozen aisle, but it was a migraine, 3 days out of action and a headache hangover that rivalled any of the fun-induced headaches of ye’ol times in the pre-kiddo days of yore.

 

Unfortunately, there were no margaritas or jelly shots {LOL} involved in the creation of this hangover, instead what I like to call, a serious overdose of – hustle.

 

Know what I mean?

 

A combination of sneaking in extra work hours in the oh-so-free-yet-mostly-for-drunk-people timeslot of 2.30am- 4.30am, then expecting myself to drink more coco-lattes to keep going through the day, stay awake, not sound like I am operating in a slow-mo replay of a Marvel fight scene and then continue to punch priorities, late nights, less and less sleep {what is dreaming when you are awake?} all to land in a heap – busted up, bruised and battered in a hustle-coma with a dark room and a wheatpack – my only friends.

 

It was after the hustle hangover of my own creation had finally subsided, that I could use my brain again and reflect on what I could do differently the next time I start to think that “there really are 20 hours of workable time in the day……..”

 

  1. Just stop it. Seriously, you out there eating at your desk, stop it. Yes, there are more hours in the day, but those need to be used for eating PROPERLY, sleeping and conversing with the outside world.
  2. Look at the faces of your loved ones when you tell them that you, “just have a few more emails to do” and believe the look in their eyes that says, “you are totally kidding yourself.”
  3. Listen when someone offers to lighten your load. LET THEM.
  4. Breathe in. Breathe out. That is all.
  5. Let go of the illusion of control. Is this really possible?

 

The last one for me is the biggest challenge. We can control our own destiny, right? Wrong! Life happens while we are hustlin’ every minute and sometimes, we have to accept that our mere mortal form needs human things like food, rest and water.

 

It means sometimes I have to switch off the endless social media cycle of hustle-porn and turn around my beautifully framed calligraphy artwork with “hustle” on it that lives next to my desk. {Perhaps it needs to go on a hustle-free holiday to the boxes in the garage for a while?}

 

How do you cope with a hustle hangover? What are your go-to tools when the hustle-coma has set in with a vengeance?

 

And more importantly, how do you live your life and run your business so you don’t get one in the first place?

 

Drop in and share your thoughts with your fellow OC tribers on the blog, as we discuss the big and small ideas and how we entrepreneurs can understand the stuff that matters. Boom!