3 Questions To Ask When You’re A Multi-Passionate Mogulpreneur

That was the subject line of an email I received from Lisa Steadman. The “Mogulpreneur” reference piqued my interest, especially in light of my ongoing efforts to create my own little empire that starts with my freelance and consulting business Loveball Media.

Steadman describes a Mogulpreneur as someone in pursuit of multiple passions and varied interests. As someone who does a little bit of this and a little bit of then, I recently updated the home page of loveballmedia.com to better represent the breadth of my knowledge, skills and expertise. With such a diverse set of work experience that ranges from blogging, social media and SEO to customer service, business development and general admin support, I am pretty much a multi-functional executive-level virtual assistant.

In Steadman’s Mogulpreneur email, she poses the question: “How do you marry all your gifts into one well-packaged brand?” While I am still figuring that out for myself, I created a temporary solution by packaging myself as an executive-level virtual assistant. Figuring out pricing is going to be the tricky part since not all tasks are created equal.

It felt really validating to hear Steadman say that it’s okay not to be one thing. Tim Ferris would agree, but he calls it being a generalist.

I used to think that I had to be a specialist to be successful, but I felt pigeonholed in my career opportunities. Besides, the diversity in being a generalist can be much more exciting with the right mindset. And I find myself living more of the lifestyle I want for myself by being a generalist.

It all started with a coaching session I had with someone as part of a TEAM networking group. These coaching sessions aren’t really coaching sessions exactly; they are actually opportunities to learn more about each other and each other’s businesses so you know what kind of referrals to send each other’s way. As I was listening to some of the obstacles in other people’s businesses, I found myself saying, “I could help you with that” or “I can do that.” That is how I came to be so much more than a mere freelance writer.

I am a journalist, blogger and freelance writer.
I am community manager and social media consultant.
I am a dating and SEO specialist.
I am a virtual assistant and a project manager.
I’m a content creator and content director.
I am an entrepreneur and marketer.

I am all these things and more. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I offer my clients more value than that of just a writer. Writers do so much more than write. It wasn’t until my experience working with a content marketing team that I started to give myself a little more well-deserved credit for all the work that I do.

Here are the three questions Steadman mentioned as part of her email blast:

1. What are ALL the things I love doing?

Include anything and everything – from blogging to speaking to hosting to media to coaching. No limits!

2. What do all of these things have in common (besides me)?

Are they all on the same topic, have a similar theme, etc? Start looking the commonalities.

3. If you embraced ALL of these gifts, talents, and interests, how would you be more valuable and valued in the world?

Who would want to hire you immediately for EXACTLY who you are?

Re-reading these questions, it suddenly dawned on me the vision I’ve always had for SurvivaloftheSingles.com ever since I bought the domain back in 2008.

We’re living in a world where entrepreneurship is the only way to create financial independence.

We’re also living in a work economy largely driven by values, especially as people start families and yearn for the flexibility of being home with their children.

For the past five or so years, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to combine all of my skills into a valuable commodity. Perhaps that commodity is as a remote marketing assistant.

I’m still figuring this whole business thing out, and how to grow beyond myself, but I feel like I’m off to a good start so far.

This is only the beginning of better things to come.

If you liked this post and are interested in reading more of my work, visit my website at www.nikipayne.com.

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Spanish bullfighter standing in front of a coliseum

Personal Growth Comes from Facing Your Fears

“If you don’t do the things that you’re afraid of, you never learn anything.” — Leo Babauta

Leo Babauta’s post on overcoming the fear of sharing your writing in public really spoke to me in a way that gave me pause.

It felt like he was writing directly to me, like he knew I was going through this period of great personal growth.

I love pieces like these. It’s this kind of writing that really sets the standard for the type of I writer I aspire to be. It’s this feeling of inspiration and motivation that I want to share with my readers too.

What gave me pause was the fact that I deleted the very blog that pretty much helped launch my growing writing career. I deleted my original “Dating is a Payne” blog, where I used to share my indiscretions with anyone willing to read, out of a fear of constant ridicule, scrutiny and judgement. The thick skin I used to have back in college quickly wore off when I entered the “real” world, at which point I had to worry about my career prospects and future employers.

In retrospect, that silly little dating blog I started back in college, as part of an online journalism assignment, became the starting point of soooo many learning experiences with every single piece I’ve ever written. I never thought that trivializing sex and relationships would lead me to an actual writing career.

You know what belief I’ve always held in my heart that continues to guide my personal growth like a compass?

It’s the stubborn belief that if you can’t find a job that’s right for you, then you have to create it for yourself before it even exists. I have no idea who or where I learned this from, but it’s an idea that always stuck with me ever since I graduated college. You can wait to live your life, or you can start creating it.

And then I’m reminded of my bracelet memoir from the Matt Hussey retreat I attended at the end of August that really validates this belief. The rubber bracelet has the words Wait? and Create etched into it.

It’s moments like these when I know in my heart that I’m headed in the right direction despite what anyone says. I don’t really know where I’m going, but at least I have a general direction and moments like these serve as my guiding signposts from a higher power urging me to keep going.

Today, I want to express my gratitude for an enduring perseverance that continues leading me to more and more of the life and career I want for myself.

It’s not always easy pushing through the daily pains of life, but you know what makes it all worth it? Human connection. Relationships. Love.

I love it when I can share my hopes, dreams and even my fears with someone, and they send me a private message sharing their own stories of facing their fears. It reminds me that no matter how alone I might feel, I’m not. And neither are you.

No matter what you’re going through at this moment in time, or will go through later in the future, take comfort in knowing that there is always someone out there who can relate, especially in the age of the Internet and social media.

You just have to have the courage to look and be willing to face your fears head on so you can make those meaningful connections.

I heart Toyota

The Secret to Overcoming Writer’s Block

I finally discovered the secret to overcoming writer’s block. Start with a moment–the present moment, to be exact.

I’m sitting in my car, contemplating what I should write about for my next post on Examiner.com. There is so much I have to say, so much I want to say, but my fear is that I will be criticized and ridiculed for the things I have to say or the way that I want to say them. I’m always worried about offending someone or coming off as ignorant.

I realize that I may ignorant in some cases, but don’t rub it in my face. Instead, educate me. Enlighten me. It’s not like I try to be ignorant. Or maybe, I’m just too oblivious.

I like to use big words sometimes because they make me feel smarter than I really am. In reality, I just sound like an asshole. What does oblivious really mean to a five-year-old?

I am really thankful for my car. I never really understood men and the attachment they have to their cars. As I sit here in mine, I can’t help but ponder upon the reason why this is the only place that has ever really felt like home.

Suddenly, it dawns on me.

The longest relationship I’ve ever had was five years. It was with a Toyota.

I heart Toyota

I like hanging out in my car like it’s my living room, but society has this thing about people just hanging out in their car parked in front of their house. There’s even a guy hanging out on his porch right now after coming out three other times in hopes of scaring me away. And there he goes it again triggering the light sensors. Perhaps I’m just making up stories in my head.

If I had a more permanent residency somewhere, perhaps there would be no need for writing time in the car, but I haven’t really had a home since January when I left behind everything I knew to crash on my dad’s couch because it was what I had to do to escape the hell that has been my mother ever since I was a little girl.

Thank God my dad had me in counseling as young at 6. It wasn’t until I was 10 when I started to become more aware of the ongoing feud between my parents. I was 14 when I started seeking out guidance counselors on my own.

I didn’t realize how far down the water well my mother had dragged me down to with her toxically draining energy. I was utterly depressed and patiently waiting to die in some tragic accident. It wasn’t until some silly little fight over a misunderstanding in communication that I begged her to kick me out already if she hated me so much that he had to insult me every time she saw me.

She finally gave me a written 30-day notice (because I don’t trust the word of a fickle woman with bipolar tendencies) and I was grateful as I was prepared for this moment for at least a year since I lived under the constant threat of being homeless. She tried to strike me a deal when I finally did leave, but I told her I was done making deals with people I can’t trust. It wasn’t until I started living with my dad that I started seeing the light from the bottom of the well.

My dad hasn’t always agreed with my decisions (like the time I wanted to be a cheerleader and the time I joined a sorority) but he’s always been supportive of me and my many endeavors. And you know why? Because he trusts my judgment.

My mother, on the other hand, has little to no faith in me. I can imagine why because only someone who trusts in their parental abilities will have faith that their children will make the right decisions in life using their best judgment. Seeing as how my dad mostly raised me, I can only assume that my mother lacks faith in my dad’s parental abilities. Considering how I could have turned out with the devil for a mother, I came out more than okay, and I have my father to thank for that.

But I digress. Here I am sitting in the car while a man tracks my every move from his front porch to protect his family from a crazy blogger. All the while, I refuse to leave until I’ve said all that I wanted to say.

I wish my car was bigger and had tinted windows so I could sleep in it. I wish I had a mini house on wheels so that I could live the life of a vagabond freelance writer and follow my heart where ever it takes me. But for now, I am grateful for the wheels that get me around and provide me with a peaceful sanctuary when I need it most.

My car has been the closest thing to a private bedroom I have had all year. And my seats are so much more comfortable than the makeshift beds I have been sleeping on.

And that, my dear friends, is how you overcome writer’s block. Start with a moment and let your thoughts flow through your fingertips in a stream of consciousness.