I’m going to write about what I want to share, not what I think is “marketable.” As I grow my right-fit business, the one that is crafted to my strengths and passions, I often get suckered into following the marketing experts because I want more eyeballs on what I am doing. And I want more eyeballs because I believe what I have to offer is valuable.
And when I am writing with the intention of getting more eyeballs, my efforts back-fire because I end up not really writing from the heart, or rather, from my belly. Basically, I end up feeling like I sold out.
But I’m finding out that what’s true for me is this: I am most helpful and lit up at the same time when I am writing and sharing about things that are coming out of my life in the most vulnerable way I can. Sometimes it comes out so poignant. Other times, I’m lucky anything sounds coherent. But it’s real. And it’s raw. And that’s what you all like.
That right there is MY marketing angle. That’s what you all resonate with.
Because at the heart of real authentic “marketing” is connection.
So let’s do that.
Several weeks ago, I took a bead stringing class.
I have been craving to create bead jewelry after I saw someone had crafted their own Mala necklace on my Instagram Feed. Instantly, I knew I wanted to make one for myself too. It took me some time to act on that impulse, because like so many things in my life, I knew these impulses come and go. The rational part of me, well, rationalized that I was gonna end up spending money taking jewelry-making classes and buying stuff to make said jewelry only to end up bored after a few months. But I am making it a practice to turn a deaf ear to my rational self when it comes to my happiness and well-being. Rational thinking is not the same as the Truth. I opt for Truth.
Whatever is True is Always for my Highest Good. It always deserves my YES.
And the Truth is, I wanted to make some jewelry because I craved to make something with my hands. I am mostly a writer and a dancer. My words and my body are my medium. But these past few months, my hands have been wanting expression of sorts. I’ve tried to draw. I’ve tried to paint. I’ve tried to knit. And I’ve dabbled in all of them and they all have satisfied this craving some. But none brought me the feeling I was going for.
Until I started to make jewelry.
I love choosing beads that go together. It’s like a puzzle, an unfolding of what needs to come together. I love the actual stringing of the beads together – it’s like a meditative trance. I love having something tangible to hold in my hands when I am done. I love that I can make something beautiful – and not a half-finished project I can’t get myself to get back into. And I love that people want it enough to pay for it. I love that I can do it with my daughter who seems to love all these things that I do as well. I love that it makes me a better mama because I chose me first.
Saying Yes to my True Longing always pays off.
Feeding the muse is essential for every woman and mother who wants to do more than survive their days while waiting for the weekend to come. It’s necessary for every sister who wants to live a life that they don’t have to take a vacation from.
We feed the muse because it connects us to our creative yearnings. And our creative yearnings remind us that we are Creators. That it is our Divine birthright and responsibility to create the kind of life we crave here on this earth. It brings us back home to who we truly are: powerful creative sovereign beings.
Mothering from an empowered and well-nourished place and living from a well-tended feminine soul is how we bring heaven to earth. The energy we bring to our relationships take on a different flavor when we feed the muse first.
How do you expect a garden to bear any good yields if you don’t tend to its needs? And yet many of us women continue to deplete ourselves by denying what our soul craves for. Every feminine soul has a creative urge waiting for a response.
To truly thrive as a mama, we need more than just a spa day or a weekly pedicure or a daily green juice. We need to feed the muse, sisters. Daily. Consistently.
It might feel like an indulgence at first, but do it. Say yes to your muse. And watch your garden flourish. Giving becomes pleasurable because you become the fertile soil where abundance grows.
And THAT is how I thrive as a mama.
I simply feed the muse.
Like what you read? Here’s what I want you to do: 1. Share it on FB or whatever social media you fancy because sharing is awesome. 2. Share in the comments below how you feed your muse or how your muse is calling to you these days. And 3. If you want a custom made mala necklace like the one on the picture above, send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org and I will make one for you! The price depends on the beads I use but it’s generally from $35-$80. Get more info —>>> here.