How To Be A Movement Emcee

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Eminem comes on the box. “‘Till I Collapse.” Earlier, angrier Eminem. The tune is heavy and intense.  It fits.

 

We start off in a wide, bent-legged second position. The moves are deceptively simple and slow. It’s low. It allows us to stretch deeply. We stay in the deep second for the entire song.

 

As the song builds, our lower bodies remain static while our upper bodies make slow, going-crazy moves in a-controlled way. With arms gone wild, twisting and turning, elbows cinching the waist, rotating against it, Em’s music surges with us. The sequence culminates in wide, overhead, big-arc arms spiraling in full extension and full out energy.

 

It’s bold, it’s strong, it’s angry and it’s passionate. I feel like a warrior. And, at the same time, grounded.

 

The song ends. I’m drenched in sweet sweat from head-to-toe.

 

These are the words that I’m feeling during this class:

focussed

warrior

targeted

driving

breathing

alive

happy

fully immersed

passion

 

Are you experiencing this kind of emotion about the work that you do?? What do you do to get your move on? Your groove on? Letting the flow of energy bring the energy back your way?

 

Eminem. He gets you in the gut. Maybe you don’t like what he says, maybe you don’t like the music, or his rap, but even if you can’t “wrap” yourself around the words, you can’t deny the passion this MC feels for what he does.

 

Wouldn’t it be great to feel that kind of passion for what you do? How do you move your body so you can free your mind to move forward with your best work?

 

Tell me in an email…

 

jvmc_happy@hotmail.com

20 Ways to Make Running Seem Like Fun

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I don’t always feel like running.

Sometimes I run fast. Sometimes I run slow. Sometimes I run like an old lady–but it doesn’t matter as long as I’m moving forward. It doesn’t matter how fast or how slow I go as long as there’s progress.

As long as I Just.Keep.Moving.

 

Sometimes progress seems practically imperceptible–almost like you’re moving through m-o-l-a-s-s-e-s or like you’re not moving. at. all.

 

And, your “fast” may not look like somebody else’s fast.

 

Particularly when you’re looking with your outer-not your inner eye.

 

For, on the surface, movement can be deceiving.

You just may not see it.

 

Here are 20 ways to help you stay focused, mark your progress and make running seem like fun.

 

  1. Walk for 5 minutes to warm up.
  2. Run at half your normal speed (time).
  3. Run when you feel like it; walk when you feel like it
  4. Inch along with baby steps
  5. Run leading with toes first on your footfall
  6. Run leading with heels first on your foot fall.
  7. Walk for a count of 60; run for 60
  8. Walk for 60; run for 120; 180, etc. until you build up to all running for 2-3 miles, or more
  9. Run sideways (grapevine); (Side step, Step behind the support foot, Side step, Step across support foot); alternate sides
  10. Run forward in wide, “S” curve pattern
  11. Run forward making half circles with feet back to front
  12. Run forward with feet moving side-to-side
  13. Run to next mile marker
  14. Run to next tractor crossing sign
  15. Run to next red bush
  16. Run to next beach umbrella
  17. Run until you pass another runner
  18. Run until a bike passes you
  19. Run like you’re running on firm, wet sand
  20. Run like you’re running on clouds

You get the idea.

Make It A Game. And…

When you feel like you’re not moving fast enough in the game of life or business,

JUST. KEEP. MOVING.

When Is It Smarter To Be Helpful Or Selfish?

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Today was hard.

 

I delivered five kittens around 5 weeks of age to the humane society after knowing them since they were two days old. (This humane society keeps all animals unless they have an incurable disease.)

 

I wanted to be selfish and keep them all! So cute–and its nice to have something so new,  so fresh–not like mine who are all getting on in years. I know…it sounds so selfish.

 

But, rather than be selfish, I helped.

 

I helped them get on to the next phase of their journey.

 

But it wasn’t easy letting go at first.

 

While they played, crawled all over me, came running when I entered the room, or heard the sound of my voice, and put their little heads near mine while I washed their dirty faces after eating their first wet food, I cried torrents of tears.

 

Sigh.

 

I became Cat Mama–like their Mama Cat– who brought them to me when she was ready to relinquish the feeding. Voracious wet food eaters those little ones were. This is the second time around that she brought them to me when it was time. Didn’t catch her soon enough for the first time to be the last.

 

Wild Mama cat knows I’m her friend. Feral Mama Cat, Wild Mama Cat is slowly becoming tamer. I couldn’t get close at first, now she lets me pet, stroke, lift her up halfway but not pick her up. Will she be adoptable? Not sure. Perhaps she will be forever feral.

 

But, the babies? They can be adopted. It was time to help. They quickly became socialized.

 

Then it will be Mama Cat’s turn to be helped relinquish the breeding of more adorable babies. I think ten –five each the first and second times–is enough.

 

I’m grateful I wasn’t selfish. And, that I helped the babies on their journey to their next, and hopefully final Cat Mama or Cat Dada. And, whomever that may be, I know we’ll always –two and four leggeds alike–be connected.

 

Sometimes it’s good to be selfish. Sometimes it’s absolutely necessary!

 

LIke if you’re a little–or big– fuzzy or a not-so-fuzzy two legged who needs help to your next step on your journey. That’s a good kind of selfish.

 

Maybe you’re not a fuzzy warm cat, but I’ll bet you’re a fuzzy warm human–with dreams and desires to move forward, or change direction in order to create a life you love.

 

Maybe you’re stuck and you need a little help to get you to the next step?

 

Shoot me an email. Let’s make a connection. I’d love to talk to you.

 

Jvmc_happy@hotmail.com

 

Are You Ready To Get In Motion?

 

tumblr_nah5oa2Te91qk2ek1o1_500An Open Letter to All The Coaches and Entrepreneurs Out There,

Are you tired of taking course after course, and getting nowhere? I watch you guys posting, and procrastinating. Hamstrung by perfectionism. You’re always looking for the next training that’ll give you the magic bullet, or you’re busy polishing your blogs that go nowhere. You’re doing everything but taking simple action. Weeks. Months. Years go by.

I get it. I’ve been there. I’ve taken all the courses. I kept thinking I needed more. The only thing that changed was when I took action — the right way.

That’s why I’m opening up my calendar for 5 Get In Motion calls. First come first served. Let me help you shift into gear. Are you ready to finally put all that time and money you’ve invested into a business that works? Into a service that easily attracts? How would you like clients and money to come running after you?

Shoot me an email at jvmc_happy@hotmail.com and let’s jump on the phone so I can share the one thing that’ll get you from stuck to full speed. I can’t wait to hear from you.

Best,

Jean (Your Mentor Of Movement)

 

(photo: West Side Story by Jerome Robbins 1961)

Why Fall Is The Perfect Time For Change

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Ted left his house around 9:45 AM. He filled up his coffee travel mug at our place and drove off into the proverbial sunset–or sunrise as it were. Sure gonna miss him. Movers were efficient and ahead of schedule. He told me to keep the extra key “just in case”.

 

Ted was our friend and neighbor. After a bit of a rough start over some kind of property line dispute of which I have little memory, where he got defensively angry for about ten seconds, the misunderstanding was quickly resolved and-long story short-we became friends.

It didn’t hurt that our daughters were besties at the time either.

 

Friendship meant watching each other’s cats while each of us was on vacation, sharing bonfires, and holiday get-togethers on his porch with brother Mark (#1) and friend Mark (#2) or Nibs as Mark#2 is affectionately known. While we enjoyed the view from the best-porch-on-the-block-for-sunsets, Ted and The Marks — accompanied occasionally by Ted’s daughter and other musician types who happened to drop by — would serenade us with folk, folk rock, rock-and-roll and traditional songs and jams whilst we all supped libations du jour late into the night.

 

Ted’s love of music drove him to Nashville where his musically inclined, literary aforementioned daughter moved before him. Upon his return after each successive visit it became increasingly clear that he was falling in love–especially with East Nashville and its vibrant music scene and clubs.

 

When he listed his house and it didn’t sell soon enough, he found the perfect acquaintance to rent it to for the perfect price at the perfect time and everything else just fell into place just as perfectly.

 

We had little preparation for the departure of our closest neighbor/friend. “I’m moving in two weeks,” he informed us after his latest visit to Nashville where he found his own perfect apartment available immediately.

 

We were in shock.

 

In the same week, the neighbors behind us–who we weren’t close to–also sold their house and were out of there quicker than you can say Hank Williams.

 

Change was in the air.

 

Geez, it seemed like we should be moving as well. With the neighborhood going through changes that hadn’t exactly been helping our home’s value, it was easy to feel like we were going to be left feeling very alone and out-of-step with the trend to make change at opportune times.

 

But we still don’t know where we want to be…or go.

 

So we stay…for now.

 

Even though we feel change is in the air for us as well.

 

Not only do we feel change a comin’ with the official start of fall less than 30 days away, but because-although we love the home we have poured sweat and tears into-it’s a bit lonely with our daughters’ infrequent visits, empty rooms no one is using and–yes–the departure of our closest friend.

 

Change is good. Change can be hard. It’s like a loss. Like something died.

 

But we have to release it. For we can only experience the new if we let go of the old. And, there’s plenty new out there waiting to explore.

 

This is what I keep telling myself.

 

Hopefully it will help the transition and spur us on to make our own, big change for the perfect place at the perfect time.

 

We’ll let go of the idea of holding on to a too-comfortable house, to a town we’ve become too-comfortable in, along with the resistance to change and  to our friend’s new, future self.

 

I look at it this way: With a brother also in the Nashville area, we’ll have multiple people to visit.

 

We’ll be visiting Ted in his new neck of the woods.

 

But it won’t be the same.

 

It will be different, and that’s okay.

 

But, I’m keeping the key…just in case.

 

(photo credit: Jean Compton)