Our First Etsy Shop Listing in Years

It is with nervousness, butterflies and hiccups I am exposing my passion on Etsy. ¬†I would love to say that I’m excited yet the truth is I held off listing Petia because of fear. Yes it reared its ugly head again and paralyzed me for a few days when when I glanced back on my past experience. The last time I attempted to sell on Etsy was in 2011 and nothing came off it. So my past and having to learn their formatting via mobile app weighted me down. I dreaded doing the work and experiencing the same outcome.

It was around 2:30 am this morning that I cheered and forced myself into doing the hardwork, shaking of fear and becoming victories. ūüėä Some people may wonder why I am exposing my thoughts in this manner. As an entrepreneur you will doubt and second guess yourself yet make a firm decision to do it anyway. Do not allow your trepidation to overshadow your mission.

 

Now, it is with great excitement I present to you Petia our first Brown Girl Doll listing in the Jimise4u Etsy shop https://www.etsy.com/listing/288350025/brown-girl-do

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Fear Be Damned: I’m Doing It Anyway

To be totally transparent I have not blogged for fear that my writing is subpar and what do I really have to say. Sometimes I feel all over the place because I have several passions not just one lazer focused interest to share. I have spent most of my life perfecting many skill sets rather the investing exclusively in one.

 

I have almost failed my first quarter goal of blogging every Wednesday because of constantly questioning myself. Well here goes nothing‚Ķ I am going to blog anyway. If you like it, love it, or abhor it; I hope you experience my growth as a writer and see my confidence grow. That’s all I got.
You grow by stretching. So for 20(Sweet)16 I am stretching myself like never before.

No Running Allowed

I am No Runner

I have come to the conclusion that there are those that runaway and those that are steadfast in the game of life.  For many years I would only pursue those things that I knew success was assured.  By age 10 I wanted to crochet, bake and braid skillfully.  I made no excuses rather I invested my time, and myself to become better at my crafts.  I worked on these skills religiously… why? I was determined to be one of the best at what I did. I cannot say learning these disciplines were easy yet my passion, determination and cheering sections (family, friends, strangers) encouraged me every step of the way. To my 10 year old self I had to be good at these things because my family was.

In my eyes failure was not a choice in these areas because:

My late grandmothers, Dorothy & Emma, were the best at crochet and macramé,

My mom, Ulicia, made the best peanut butter cookies,

My dad, Jimmie Lee, was an artisan,

And my aunt, Mary, was an amazing hairstylist.

Yet as we grow in age and from fearless to apprehensive we begin to doubt ourselves, our abilities, and our capacity to learn new talents/skills  based on the words of others whether true or not.  As I got older some of the same people who encouraged me began to deter me from expecting more out my skills, myself and life.  During this negative whirlwind of words I stopped being my creative self to fit in with the norm, emotional walls were built to shield me; however once not needed I did not know how to knock the walls down.  I began to retreat just enough to seem like a reserved version of myself.

In my teen years God began to expose me to more than just my small South Philadelphia and church community. Whatever my new area of interest, He granted me a common and uncommon mentor.  I received awards, accolades outside of the four walls of my community and though some of the people from my cheering section departed, it was filled with a few who truly believed in me.  God would not allow me to stay stuck behind a wall unless that’s where I wanted to live.  He offered me more and I wanted the more.73507-Just-Trust-Me-I-Have-Better-For-You

It took me until adulthood to begin to understand most children are fearless but adults project their fear of failure and/or doubt onto children. I had to allow the words that plagued me to cultivate my ability to surmount the fear of failure.   Failure is a tool for growth.  It is not a hindrance, it can be overcome, and it is necessary to produce gratefulness, humility and personal character.

People will fail you‚Ķ processes will fail you‚Ķ you will fail you‚Ķ there is nothing to fear about failure… failure is real and it happens. Yet through it all you must allow yourself to acknowledge your failures, allow yourself to feel the emotions, embrace the newness of it, and grow in spite of it. Stand steadfast, face your failure and grow.

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For you are no runner.

 

Creatively Yours,

J. Monroe

Here’s My Penny, Blogging 101: Assignment 3

Good Day Ladies & Gents,
I would like to share with you what caused me to blog. At 36.5 years of age I watched my friend, Dennis, take on his 8 months to 30 years Challenge. He discussed what his challenge would entail and what he expected to accomplish.

That’s when the cogs started to turn… I would celebrate my 40 months to 40 years with a 40 to 40 Journey Yes, I know that it was 3.7 years yet it would be epic (I had no clue how.. yet it would be). I sat down and began to think of the areas I needed to work on, better habits I needed to foster and what type of party I would throw for myself at the end (in my head April 1st, my birthday, is a National Holiday). During this self chat I realized a blog would be the perfect to share my Journey.

Then nerves stopped me…. then indecisiveness gripped me… then I needed a website forced me… my friends suggested I blog about my baking and crafting. They helped me realize WordPress would give me the best of both worlds. So here I am. Trying my hand at something new and enjoying the journey.

I am not sure what the next 3 years will yield yet I promise to Blog about it.

35 Months to 40,
Jimella