Confessions of a (former) hustle addict

I have a confession (because radical honesty is cheaper than therapy).

For years, I worshiped at the altar of hustle.
Triple-shot lattes with my laptop glowing at midnight.
Twelve-hour days that blurred into fourteen.
Inbox zero treated like a sacrament, as if salvation lived in a color-coded Outlook folder.

I wore exhaustion like a designer badge of honor, convinced that if I looked busy enough, the world would finally stamp me as worthy.

But here’s the truth: hustle doesn’t make you magnetic.
It makes you brittle.
It makes you hollow.

Eventually, my nervous system staged an intervention.
Memo subject line: “We quit.”

Best resignation letter I ever received.

And because no confession is complete without a highlight reel of bad decisions…

My Hustle-Era Greatest Hits

• Saying yes to projects I had no business saying yes to—because apparently my love language was martyrdom with a side of people-pleasing.

• Treating sleep like a five-star luxury upgrade instead of the baseline survival need it actually is.

• Believing coffee could double as breakfast and a personality trait.

From the outside? I looked polished, accomplished, unshakable.
On the inside? I was unraveling—one “just one more thing” at a time.

Every greatest-hits album deserves a remix.

These days, I’ve traded in the badge of exhaustion for something quieter—
something softer, but somehow stronger.

• Saying no to things that don’t light me up—because “no” is a complete sentence.

• Treating sleep like my non-negotiable skincare step: every night, no excuses.

• Drinking coffee because I actually like the taste, not because it was the only personality I had left.

• Actually sitting down with eggs and toast—warm, simple, not another cup of panic in a mug.

It turns out, ease isn’t laziness.
It’s leadership.

Because when I stopped sprinting for gold stars, I realized—
ease is what makes me magnetic.
Ease is what lets me glow.

And if you’ve been nodding along, , maybe you need this reminder too:

Your worth isn’t hiding at the bottom of another late-night inbox session.
You don’t have to audition for gold stars to be taken seriously.
Softness can be strength. Rest can be rebellion.

Because here’s the thing: hustle will keep hollowing you out.
Ease? Ease will fill you back in.

Consider this your mini ritual for today.

Pause. Inhale slow.
Whisper—out loud or under your breath—“Ease is also impact.”
Let your shoulders drop, unclench your jaw.
Then carry that phrase into one soft action today—whatever feels like exhale.

If this lands with you, know this: it’s exactly why I built The Glow Wellness Club. Not as another box to check, but as a space where women like us can drop the performance mask and build rhythms that actually last.

And when you’re ready for a different kind of wellness conversation—one with more softness and less spectacle—the next Glow Reset is waiting. I’d love to walk it with you.

With rest (yes, even while building),

Genta

P.S. What’s one hustle habit you’re ready to retire? Reply and tell me—I’ll be over here, cheering you on.