Every Day I'm Hustlin'

Let me just put this out there as plainly as I can: I'm broke. Not, I-can't-afford-to-eat-out-but-all-my-bills-are-paid broke, but choosing-between-the-light-bill-and-eating-at-all broke. So far, I've managed to toe the line between poor and homeless just well enough to keep my lights on and feed Silas and myself. Yay me (okay, and yay my mom and one very kind friend because they totally have something to do with it, but I do get up and go to work every day, so yay me too).

However, yesterday, when I was going over all my bills (tomorrow is payday and I had to devise a strategy for how to trick the bank into paying for everything I need), it occurred to me that I'm dangerously close of falling off this tight rope, and there is not a net below to catch me. (Of course I don't have a savings account, and it would already be empty if I did. And of course I cried, that's what I do).

All "whoa is me" this morning, I unburdened myself on a co-worker. He immediately and without hesitation suggested I work my hustle. He is not the first male friend I've had suggest this solution. Why is it that men assume that everyone on earth has a hustle?

My plan prior to talking to aforementioned co-worker was to get a second job, but a hustle sounds like something I could do without having to spend even more time away from my son. So, I'd like to get a hustle instead. My only hustle-able skill (unless you know something I don't - legal and not degrading - then clue me in) is writing. So, I think I'm going to make an ad, set up a pay pal account and see if I can hustle up the light bill.

First hustle:
(If you - or your momma/sister/cousin/bff - need something written and want to give me a few bucks to take a crack at it for you, send me an email: chelle6802@yahoo.com.)