It’s been a WILD week, to say the least.
Some old ghosts in my life resurfaced, forcing me to re-evaluate my priorities and relive decisions I have made (and other ones that were made for me). But throwing me into a tizzy nonetheless. I consider myself very lucky and very human to have come out the other side of intense grief after two very traumatic incidents occurred in my mid-twenties involving death and loss within a year of each other. I may just be another faceless blogger who’s post ended up in your Pinterest feed and led you to my site, but I’m also sharing in the human experience with everyone else, just like you – good, bad and ugly. The holidays have a good job of reminding us of that, don’t they? Or maybe it’s just our ghosts.
I hosted a very busy, but very beautiful, Thanksgiving dinner at my house where I spent time with my incredible family. My wonderful partner cleaned up EVERYTHING while I cried from overwhelm and he needs to be recognized for what an incredible sport he was.
4 hours and a few coffees later, I left for Mexico in the middle of the night.
The wonderful thing about my life as a blogger is that I decided last Saturday I’d tag along and visit my friend’s home town of Ciudad Juárez and El Paso for the weekend to meet her family, eat like a queen, and practice my Spanish (and I did just that). Since I hadn’t been out of the country for 5 years, I felt like I needed to go. And because I can, I went.
Besides the USA, I’ve been very fortunate to visit more places, towns and cities in Mexico than other other country. Living in artful Cuernavaca for a summer afforded me wonderful cultural experiences in places like Taxco, Puebla, Teotihuacan, and Mexico City, and separate lovely beach vacations have brought me to sunny Playa Del Carmen, Maya Riviera, Cancun, and Cozumel. I’m very lucky I can now add Ciudad Juárez to that list. It also gave me an excuse to use my beautiful new 2017 atlas (I always keep the newest road atlas in my car, it’s a tradition I’ve kept around from my days of surprise road trips in college).
The beautiful thing about travel is that it always resets you mentally, physically and spiritually. It has the power to pull you out of a funk and adjust your thinking. I was doing a lot of that on my trip – and I started thinking about the true definition of Hustle. Because if anyone has been to Mexico, you’ve seen people who have hustle.
People are motivated by many different things. Different cultures and backgrounds focus their priorities on a wide-range of values. Most are born born out of our instinct for self-preservation, some hold altruistic motives, and others try their best to combine the two as efficiently as we can.
Enthusiasm for family holds strong in Mexico. I’d say it’s a defining factor in their hustle. And what inspired me to write this post the most is – they have so much hustle.
And I don’t mean hustle in a derogatory way, like when someone throws around ‘she hustled me’. I mean it in a entrepreneurial, go-getter sort of way. Mexico, I am so impressed by your hustle. Here’s why:
Googling ‘side hustle’ brings up a lot of blogs. I see the term ‘side hustle’ a lot in my Pinterest feed. Millennials are obsessed with ‘side hustles’. Blogging, in a very strong sense, (and most other online entrepreneurship) was born out of the side hustle. But all too often we forgot all about the hustle people do who don’t have access to the resources we do. People who may or may not be struggling to feed their own family every day. Without the internet.
To the amazingly talented fire-juggler at the neighborhood intersection that I couldn’t pull my pesos out of my wallet fast enough for. To the tall, older gentleman who took way less than he should’ve for a beautifully hand-painted, ceramic bowl because I was in the customs line and had no more cash left. To the incredibly friendly and worldly man who carved my name and my man’s name into a key with his hand and a metal tool, and told me you’ve been doing it for 30 years.
You have hustle. You are the definition of hustle. You inspire and impress me. You remind me how quickly I forget how streamlined my life is and the bounty of access I have to do my own hustle. Thank you, Mexico.