Do you ever wonder that sometimes? I wonder do on my darker days. I wonder what’s the point of caring about things that most people don’t give a shit about. Sometimes I wonder if I would be more at peace if I suddenly stopped paying attention.
I wonder what’s the point of being committed t0 a problem when so may others are not taking action.
I announced in my last article, Holy Shit! Can We All Hold Hands?, that I’ve taken a big leap, stretched outside my (antisocial) comfort zone and formed an Innerpreneur Support Group that will meet face-to-face monthly. There will be one meet-up in a Toronto restaurant on Nov. 2 and another online, in a video chat room, on Nov. 30. The max. people in attendance for each is 9 people.
The purpose of the support group is for us to… provide support to and receive support from fellow Innerpreneurs. Let’s learn from each other.
My pondering really got going with a phone conversation with Tim Bursch a few months back. He’s a guy that understands the value of making connections and helping people. He had some really interesting ideas for fostering more Innerpreneur interaction online.
But I launched the Innerpreneur Forum… with little personal understanding of how to cultivate conversation there. I’m not so into community. I know very little about fostering community. I’m know about connecting one-on-one. I’m just not gregarious (definition: fond of company).
I came from a Modern upbringing where art was appreciated but certainly never encouraged as a profession. I attended business school, worked in corporate marketing (albeit in tech, music and the performing arts) and was driven to write only when my world seemed to be falling apart.
Until a little over a year ago, I would have never identified my Self as Creative for I felt I lacked the talent, the ideas, the whimsy. I saw my Self as level-headed and practical girl and because I was basically good at everything, I felt I had a gift for nothing.
I have a hard time not focusing on the end product of my writing. I often think about its outcome — an outcome that I have determined as the hallmark for my success as a writer — publication.
But wait, don’t I publish already? Of course I do, but it is on my own accord, and for some reason I have told my Self that my writing is only as good as the literary professionals who want to publish it. Only when I have a book published with my name on it will I truly be a writer.
I’m attaching my personal success or failure to the outcome of publication, thus setting my Self up to be continually looking into the future and judging my present actions against this idealized outcome.
Hi there, I’m Tara Joyce.
Unfulfilled at 26, I decided to start my own business to explore how I could be of service. Quickly, I was attracted to the seemingly backwards strategy of not setting a price and to allowing my customers to determine the value of my offering. Today, my “Pay What It’s Worth” concept supports people globally in exploring their own fear-based ideas around money, value, and business relationships.
