My darlings,

I am living by my commitment to begin this year with the practice of conscious entry. By preparing for the voyage. With the voyage, of course, as this incoming year.

And to do that, I am exiting the year that was.

Exiting.

I am taking myself out of the office (or out of my captain’s quarters on the pirate ship) for a while.

I am setting off on a personal exploration-adventure, on a private ship that is just me and Barrington and slightly future me.

And Selma. And Scootch. And possibly Drooly Monster.

Not gone.

Fridays I will be here for the Chicken.

Sundays I will be here for the Very Personal Ads.

And for all I know, I might be here lots of other times.

Because I imagine that I’ll be writing. A lot. And will probably wish to share a bunch of the processing. But it’s hard to say.

But closing down and turning inward.

The offices of The Fluent Self, Inc, Sovereign and Light-Hearted Pirate Ship At Large will be closed while I am voyaging.

The other two people who work full-time at our company will be working on various important behind the scenes stuff. They will not be responding to incoming requests other than to acknowledge that these have been read and received.

If you are waiting for a response on an application for Crossing the Line (password: haulaway), or regarding the stowawayship scholarship for Rally (Rally!), you’ll definitely get your answer soon!

If you’re waiting for the Mirror Pool page, no worries. I will have the First Mate send out an email when it’s up.

And if you’ve ordered a calendar or another product that mails, you’ll totally get it. Those parts of the business are all still running as usual.

I will also probably announce various announcings. Some fairly big announcings. I assume you’re on the Havi’s Announcing a Thing list (sign-up is on the events page), so you’ll know what’s going on.

Anything else will need to wait until February, when I am back from my big adventure.

What you can do while I’m off voyaging.

You can metaphor and proxy.

You can negotiate and fractal flower.

You can create safe rooms. You can name and notice.

You can skip stones and invoke superpowers and find clews and ask why.

You’ll try things. And you’ll use the tools.

You’ll use the tools.

There are 961 posts here.

Every single one written by me. Most of which are about useful tools and concepts for destuckifying.

In terms of material, that’s the equivalent of an undergraduate degree in destuckifying.

You’ll destuckify and you’ll practice.

You won’t be alone.

I’ll be practicing all these things too. While flailing to Shiva Nata and breathing in qualities.

And discovering important as-yet-unknown things about my relationship with and to this incoming year.

When I return I will still be the pirate queen. And I will also be the Director. With stories of my adventures.

I love you all, and I will see you very soon. Possibly even tomorrow. But definitely Fridays and Sundays for chickening and gwish-planting.

And there will be magical February playing that is being seeded right now as I type this.

The commenting blanket fort.

We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. It’s a process.

When our stuff comes up in reaction to something, we recognize that this is our stuff.

We own it. And then we consciously, lovingly interact with it, using the tools that we play with here. Or other tools that you happen to like.

We create safe spaces for ourselves to get to learn about our stuff, so that we don’t have to be in our stuff.

We live by this here.

That is the point of this blog. It is the point of the past seven years that I have been building this business. It is the point of everything I do.

If you’re able to be enthusiastic with me today about my adventure and say joyful celebratory things, I would love that.

If you’re not able to, use the tools.

As always, you can call silent retreat! Or you can leave an imaginary gift here for the ship. Like a flower. Or a pebble. Or a bottle of bourbon.

Love, as always, to the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers and everyone who reads.

The Fluent Self