From Musing To Moving

 

SONY DSC        (Photo: Polyvore.com)

You’ve been working that job now for more years than you’d like to count.

 

You’d like to leave it. You’re bored and ready to cash in that 401K and use some of it to do something much more creative.

 

Car’s paid off, kids are grown. You’re on your own.

 

You’ve got some fun distractions in the evening but what excites you  most is your recent foray into a secret passion you’ve been dreaming about which you seem to be delving into more and more.

 

What if you could do that for a living, you muse?

 

Maybe you’re investigating the possibility of new locales, more creative-friendly vistas.

 

You’re ready to put all the “time wasters” on hold,  get in shape and get serious about living your dream.

 

Does this sound anything like you?

 

* Could you use a quiet leader who listens to you with a calm demeanor?

* Someone who, though seeming reserved, thrives on independence herself and offers logical and creative observations?

* Someone who, like you, is an entrepreneurial visionary who would hold space for your dreams as well?

* Someone who identifies with your present situation, who understands that you’re ready to find your next move–in life, in business, in place–perhaps in all three?

* Someone who thinks along unconventional lines, outside the box, who tends to thwart traditional, one-size-fits-all logic?

* Someone who may be your secret weapon, your Movement Mentor waiting to accompany you on this creative adventure of dancing your new path?

 

If so…email jean @ jecompto@outlook.com

http://jeancompton.com/work-with-me/

Stop Musing.

Start Moving.

You’re An Original

jean posing befaft dancer

You’re An Original.

You’re one-of-a-kind. There’s nobody quite like you. A diamond.  You have your own story. You have your own gifts. Your mama told you never to change–because you’re an original.

Your past. Your future. This is me then. This is me now. Still dancing.  Still a part of me. You have something that makes your soul sing like that. It’s part of your uniqueness. A gift.

A gift the world could use.

Would you like to know how you can share your gifts? Come over to the blog. I’m offering a limited number of breakthrough sessions. Let me be your Mentor of Movement. Tell me about that thing that makes your soul sing. Let me help you get it out into the world.

#FromFollowerToLeader

P.S.  http://jeancompton.com/work-with-me/

or email me:  jecompto@outlook.com

3 Roads To Self Sabotage and Their Solutions

 

Self sabotage pic from ojai(Me in Ojai, California)

 

I have sabotaged myself in a thousand different ways.

 

I’ve done them all–way more times that I can count.

 

I’ve sabotaged myself in ways I never knew I was sabotaging myself.

 

If you’re an introvert like me, you know what I’m talking about.

 

It’s our way of hiding and not taking ownership of our gifts.

 

Here are 3 common ways introverts often self sabotage and what to do instead:

 

1.Going Backwards  Whether we didn’t take an idea as far as we could have, finished that art project, or compiled all of those blogposts of a similar theme and turned them into a e-book, there are any number of woulda-shoulda-coulda “million dollar ideas” we might have pursued that keep us stuck in the past and prevent us from moving forward.

 

It’s okay. Bring it into the present. You’re on to something new now. That was you then, you learned from it, and now you’re ready for something slightly–or totally different. Rather than wasting time worrying about what happened in the past, quit over-thinking it and go with your now.

 

2.Paying Attention to Criticism or Praise  Because, as in the immortal words of The Dude, ”It’s just like your opinion, man”.

 

They’re both just distractions. And, although they can be helpful, and you can learn from each of them, it’s really more about the one who criticizes or praises than it is about you. If it’s criticism we’re talking about, and it really bothers you, give yourself five minutes to wallow in it, then let it go. Pretty soon, that five minutes will turn into five seconds and you’ll quickly get back to working on your business.

 

3.Being Too In Awe of Your Heros  They’ve influenced us, inspired us, become popular on a grand scale, and are everyone’s darlings but in the end they’re just other people with opinions, dreams, aspirations, goals, ideas…kinda like you–with maybe a bigger mailing list.

 

How about being your own hero. You have opinions, a certain, fresh way of viewing things that can also inspire, help others create their dreams, or just make someone’s day a little bit better. Instead of chasing after stars, how about reaching for some of your own.

 

Keep moving forward.

Accept criticism or praise graciously, then get back to work.

While admiring your heroes, learn to find your own voice.

 

P.S. And, by the way, I’d love to know the tricks that trip you up and how you plan to keep them from sabotaging your success.

 

Email me:

jean@ jecompto@outlook.com

#FromFollowerToLeader

I Was A Spoiled Brat

 

I’m not going to graduation.

The 1960’s orange and gold brocade cushions of the Italianate couch gave slightly as I sat my parents down in their living room to make the big announcement. It was the living room that I had helped them decorate when we moved into our dream home ten years earlier. It’s where I told them that I would not be attending my college graduation.

They didn’t say much. I had made up my mind. I had finished college and that was that. No need for fanfare—and graduations were so passe.

To my hard working, teacher and college bookstore manager mother and father who would have enjoyed a ceremony celebrating their only girl of four children to graduate with a bachelors degree from a college that they fully funded, I acted like a spoiled brat.

I had no qualms about cheating them out of sharing in what I had finished.

Here are some things in my life I never finished:

Tap dancing. Just as I was getting good, I left for greener pastures which in Suburbia meant preteen makeout sessions behind the garage in someone’s grassy green backyard.

Painting the bathroom in the house I shared with five others in college. Leaving a big red swath of oil paint against the white walls of our shared bathroom left a big, red mark on me with my housemates. Let someone else finish it. They did.

Not making it in time to share my mother’s last breaths on this earth. When the call came, I sped in my car in the post Memorial Day pre-dawn light as two, Canadian geese led my way. The night before I sat by her bed, held her hand and thanked her all of the things she gave me. I told her how much I loved her.  And then I left. I wish I had stayed and finished what she had started with me.

By not finishing, I cheated my teacher, I cheated my housemates, I cheated my mother and I cheated my parents.

But mostly I cheated myself.

We women tend to do that. We don’t finish things. We start things, then often don’t finish them. And in this way, by playing small we cheat ourselves.

Why do we do this?

We’re afraid of failure.

We’re afraid of success.

We’re afraid of making a mistake.

We’re afraid of not being perfect.

We’re afraid of getting too close for fear of rejection.

We’re afraid of our own future greatness.

We’re afraid our gifts are sub-par.

We’re afraid our gifts are even greater than we realize.

When we don’t allow others to acknowledge our talent, our accomplishments, or our work, we’re taking ourselves for granted. We’re cheating the world and ourselves by not sharing our greatest gifts.

We can change that.

We women are a force.

Yes, I could slap my spoiled brat self in the face for the ungrateful spirit which I showed my parents. Or, I could try to know and understand that young woman who was surprised at her own earned greatness and was too fearful to acknowledge it.

It’s never too late to change and become the person you were meant to be.

Step into your own greatness.

Start.

To finish.

Miss Bossy-Pants is Full of Sh*t

HowHigh1-1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvbnSMC1W0g

How high are the stakes
How much fortune can you make
Does this get any better
Should I carry on
Will it matter when I’m gone
Will any of this matter

 

Even Madonna has an Inner Critic. We all do.

I’ve seen my inner critic. She lives inside my head. I call her Miss Bossy-Pants.

A tiny, skinny, bleached blonde know-it-all wearing too much black eyeliner, all puffed up, who thinks she knows me. She likes to shoot down my dreams. Say things like, “You are not worthy,” and, “Who the Hell do you think you are, a Superstar?” And, the best one…”You should just quit!”

Have you heard yours? What lies does she tell you?

I also have a Future Self. She’s deep. And wise.

When Inner Critic pokes her snarky, bossy-pants face in my business and says, “Don’t even bother, Loser”! I just say, “I see you, but I’m not listening.” Then, I look to my Future Self, who beckons me with her sweet, siren song. She tells me to carry on, that what I do matters, that I have something the world needs, that I have gifts to share. To never give up.

To Lead.

What does your inner critic look like? Learn to recognize her.

The more you call her out, the more your Inner Critic’s voice will diminish. Even if she doesn’t go away entirely–which she won’t–you can quiet her. Then ask, “What would my Future Self say or do?” Listen to the quieter–yet stronger voice calling you forward. Calling you to Lead.

Seek out the still, strong voice. Stifle the Inner Critic!

Who you gonna call?

You make a difference.

So, how high?

The sky’s the limit.

 

What’s the conversation in your head with your Inner Critic? What is she, or he saying to you? Email me your answers:

jvmc_happy@hotmail.com

 

How High by Madonna

(Lyrics)

How high are the stakes
How much fortune can you make
How high are the stakes
How much fortune can you make

It’s funny
I spent my whole life wanting to be talked about
I did it
Just about everything to see my name in lights

Was it all worth it
And how did I earn it
Nobody’s perfect
I guess I deserve it

How high are the stakes
How much fortune can you make
Does this get any better
Should I carry on
Will it matter when I’m gone
Will any of this matter

It’s funny
How everybody mentions my name
They’re never very nice
I took it
Just about everything except my own advice

Was it all worth it
And how did I earn it
Nobody’s perfect
I guess I deserve it

How high are the stakes
How much fortune can you make
(Nothing lasts forever)
Does this get any better
Should I carry on
Will it matter when I’m gone
(Does it make a difference)
Will any of this matter

How high, does it make a difference
Nothing lasts forever
Should I, will it matter when I’m gone
Will any of this matter

How high are the stakes
How much fortune can you make
Should I carry on
Will it matter when I’m gone

How high are the stakes
How much fortune can you make
Does this get any better
Should I carry on
Will it matter when I’m gone
Will any of this matter

How high are the stakes
(How high, does it make a difference)
Nothing lasts forever
Does this get any better
Should I carry on
(Should I, will it matter when I’m gone)
Does it make a difference
Will any of this matter

How high are the stakes
How much fortune can you make
Should I carry on
Will it matter when I’m gone

How high are the stakes
How much fortune can you make
Should I carry on
Will it matter when I’m gone