very personal adsPersonal ads. They’re … personal! Very.

So my itty bitty personal ads made me realize that it’s time to make a regular practice of trying to feel okay asking for stuff.

Even when the asking thing feels weird and conflicted.

Ever since I posted the first one asking my perfect house to find me, which united me with Hoppy House, I have been a fan of the madness that is personal ads.

And now it’s my Sunday ritual for clarity and remembering and stuff like that. Yay, ritual!

Let us dooo eeeet.

Thing 1: a green or green-friendly cleaning person.

Here’s what I want:

Someone to lovingly and enthusiastically clean the Playground on a semi-regular basis.

Someone who will use green cleaning ingredients.

And who really respects the specialness, the integrity and the sovereignty of this crazy, magical space.

Ways this could work:

Maybe one of my PDX readers knows of someone.

I could ask my neighbors if a person or a firm comes to mind. And the Playground’s neighbors!

And I could write a love letter too.

My commitment.

To put the word out.

To work on my stuff (see next ask).

To give this as much time as it needs.

Thing 2: to be okay with outsourcing cleaning.

Here’s what I want:

I know all the biggifiers do it, blah blah blah.

But it’s really uncomfortable for me. It just is.

And if anyone tells me to read the E-Myth book, I will kick them in the shins. Let me have my stuff, please.

So I need to work through my stuff around this, in my own way.

Ways this could work:

Hmmm.

I can talk it over with the Playground. And with slightly future me. And my business.

Maybe they can help me see the good things that will come as a result from this change.

There is a part of me who is feeling sad and conflicted about this, so I need to spend some time with the loss, and maybe build a safe room or two.

My commitment.

To ask for help and support. To draw giant permission slips in crayon.

To take my time.

Thing 3: the best rainboots ever!

Here’s what I want:

Sadly my bright red puddle-stomping rainboots that the gentleman gave me a few years ago have retired.

I want stompy puddle boots! Colorful ones! Comfortable, waterproof, easy-to-walk-in puddle boots.

For the puddle-stomping! And to be cheery on the grey days.

Ways this could work:

Maybe I’ll find some in my wanderings, or in the neighborhood of the Playground.

Or one of you could have a marvelous suggestion.

My commitment.

To not neglect the stomping.

To take delight in small things.

To play.

Thing 4: there’s still room for two more people in Crossing the Line!

Here’s what I want:

Even though my Crossing the Line course started Friday, there’s room for two more people.

And since this is the most amazing and one-time-only thing in the entire world, I would love for those two people to find it and say yay.

There’s hardly any catch-up to do at this point (just listening to the first call recording, reading the notes and doing the Chicken Wombat Unicycle exercise, which is totally less scary than it sounds).

And even people who aren’t crossing a variety of lines with me and Selma might still want to come to the next Rally (January 24-28!) because it a) has a whole extra day at the regular price and b) is all about the Book of You.

Ways this could work:

I could tell you guys.

And remind the Frolicsome Bar!

And send out some magic. Activate the secret force of Heinzelmaennchen!

My commitment.

To madly love this program, its potential and everyone in it.

To help everyone who plays get what they need. To dance and laugh and jump around.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.

Honestly, I cannot even believe it’s already been a week. So fast!

The first thing I wanted was a speedy solution to the tech disaster, and it happened! Unbelievable! Hooray. Thank you.

I asked for a calendar and got three. And they are wonderful! Thanks, Colleen and Waverly and Mary!

This is so completely perfect, because I really wanted more than one, but it seemed like too much to ask for. Now there is a calendar everywhere I need one. Joyousness.

Then I wanted movement with all the projects-in-process. This did not even slightly happen. But, in a weird way, that was good. Other things happened. It worked out.

And now we’re about to Rally, so whatever isn’t done will get taken to be rallied.

Comment zen. Here’s what I’d love today.

  • Your own personal ads, small or large. Things you’ve asked for. Or are asking for. Or would like to ask for. Or updates on last time!

Stuff I’d rather not have:

  • The word “manifest”.
  • To be told how I should be asking for things.
  • To be judged, psychoanalyzed or given unsolicited advice.

Wishing love and good things for your Very Personal Ads! I’m so happy to have people doing this with me.

The Fluent Self