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. Yay, ritual!

Let’s do this.

Thing 1: Everything to come together for the Playground.

Here’s what I want:

Update: the Playground, my crazy studio for playing, teaching, and practicing destuckification and mindful biggification, is scheduled to open in two weeks.

The amount of work still to be done is outrageous.

Like, we could really use a floor.

Selma, my gentleman friend and I plan to be messing around with this all week. Except that my gentleman friend also has to work, I have a pretty full load of teaching and client sessions, and Selma is a duck.

So I need smoothness, order-from-chaos, play, fun, and some serious fairy godmother assistance.

Ways this could work:

Hmmm. Not sure.

It just could.

I’m going to find ways to ask for help.

I’m going to do everything in my power to respect my capacity. To notice where I get shaken.

And ask for perfect, simple solutions.

And keep working on that weird trusting-in-the-timing-of-things bit.

My commitment.

I will:

  • keep you guys posted on what’s going on.
  • post pictures of the Playground’s transformation into its gorgeous self.
  • do Shiva Nata on this every day, because order and chaos and restructuring is what it’s all about.
  • try to remember to stop and breathe and re-connect.
  • make it silly and playful when I can, and forgive myself when I can’t.
  • dance dance dance!

Thing 2: Huge fabulous happy Phase 2 Funbrewing.

Here’s what I want:

We’re going to be brewing fun for the Playground all week.

But with a special as-yet-to-be-announced Phase 2 party.

There will be balloons and rejoicing and donation classes and Fairy Godparent packages and presents and general hilarity.

So I’d like this to stay mostly on schedule, raise a small pile of monies to cover the renovations so we can open on time, and be fun as hell.

Ways this could work:

Everything could fall into place so I can tell everyone about it (maybe even tomorrow)?!

I can remember to lean into my enormous network of support, love and excitements:

Various biggified friends and colleagues who are happy to spread the news, my lovely Kitchen Table mice, you guys.

It could just be full of surprises (but the really good kind).

My commitment.

To let you see the behind-the-scenes of what we’re doing and how we’re doing it.

To express my sincere, loopy joy that you’re going to be a part of this beautiful birth with me.

To talk about my love for this tiny, sweet thing that is no longer so tiny.

To notice what I need when I need it, and to give myself permission to take naps in the middle of the party.

To remember to tell you how grateful I am that this Playground has so many people who already love it. Thank you.

Thing 3: the next stage of this getting-better-at-trusting thing.

Here’s what I want:

So over the past several weeks I’ve been working on various aspects of having faith that things won’t suck.

It’s the falling anvil thing.

And each week I make an ask about bringing more conscious awareness to it and untangling the next piece.

And something happens.

I am getting better at this, slowly but surely. Less likely to head into panic, more likely to stop and reconnect to what I need.

So now I’m ready for the next piece. To take this practice deeper. To know that things will be okay, one way or another.

And to have this learning take place in a way that is gentle and not painful.

Ways this could work:

We’ll see.

My commitment.

To breathe. To wait. To remind myself of the things I forget.

To do Dance of Shiva on it.

To write and sweat and sleep on it.

To have patience with the fact that no, I don’t have patience with anything.

Thing 4: Close Camp Biggification.

Here’s what I want:

I want to be done talking about Camp Biggification so I can throw myself into making it the best thing in the entire world.

Ways this could work:

I’m going to have to find out.

My commitment.

To love it and honor this program.

To respect how scary and intimidating it can be to commit to getting good at stuff like visibility and invisibility and safety and protection and right people and the bizarre secret art of sexy, hard-to-get-marketing.

To rejoice over its people.

To give you the link: it’s called Camp Biggification and it’s awesome and there’s pie.*

* Also, signing up makes you a Playground Fairy Godparent and gets you some pretty insane bonuses that I haven’t told anyone about yet.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

I asked for help with the next chunk of fun-brewing and yeah, baby it worked. We figured out the structure for Phase 2.

Then I asked for windows of time to get this done and those showed up too.

I also wanted to be cool with the not knowing. And while this worked significantly better than last week, I’m still kind of on pins and needles about certain things. So. Could use some work.

And I wanted Shivanautical epiphanies. And got them in freaking spades. To the point that it was actually kind of trippy. So. Good week.

http://shivanata.com/blog/stuff-i-think-about/shivanautical-realizations-epiphanies-take-1

Comments. Since I’m already asking …

I am adding to my practice of asking for stuff by being more specific about what I would like to receive in the comments.

Here’s what I want (just leave them in the comments):

  • 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!

What I would rather not have:

  • Reality theories and words like “manifest”
  • Shoulds. As in, “You should be doing it like this” or “That’s not the right way to ask for things — instead it should be like x, y and z”
  • To be judged, psychoanalyzed or given advices.

My commitment.

I am committing to getting better at asking for things even when asking feels weird.

Thanks for doing this with me!

The Fluent Self