So what exactly is the hustle? Mine often resembles a desperate doggie paddle. It might look like I’m doing fine, but I’m expending a lot of energy just to stay afloat. Hustling is vacillating between possibility and hopelessness on a daily basis. For all the times a pitch is actually accepted at a publication I admire, or I experience the intrinsic satisfaction of being super productive on my own terms, a sense of despair and hopelessness sets in. The radio silence. The rejection. The posturing about personal brands and platforms, the perpetual self-promotion. The question of Am I doing enough? The constant, relentless uncertainty. Hustlers are Icarus building his wings, flying toward the sun and tumbling back to earth, all in a single day.