Side hustles get hyped as freedom. But some turn into traps.
Mine did.
It started with excitement. Insurance sales at night, after long days in tech. Kitchen table appointments, late-night calls, weekends that disappeared into demos.
The hustle grew teeth.
Family dinners slipped. Energy drained. I told myself it would turn. It never did.
The trade-offs outweighed the results. The sixty-hour weeks never matched the modest checks.
I kept ignoring the signs until it consumed the very time and energy I thought I was buying back.
Not every hustle is a path. Some are dead ends.
Real reinvention isn’t adding more. It’s cutting what’s killing you.
The lesson? Pay attention to the cost. If the hustle is eating your life, it’s not a bridge. It’s a cage.
So let me ask you: is your side hustle buying you freedom, or costing you everything?
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