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 name for a thing.

Here’s what I want:

There is a technique that I use when I’m projectizing.

It is extremely useful. I have no idea what to call it. And it’s complicated to describe.

So it really needs a name so that I can reference it (hey, I’m doing the thing that I always do) and teach it (hey, you can use this thing I do as another unlikely way to approach destuckifying whatever isn’t working).

Ways this could work:

Not sure. Maybe I’ll do some writing about this at the Kitchen Table, and see if people can help me out.

My commitment.

To come up with at least four examples.

To take notes.

To be patient with this.

To invoke Metaphor Mouse.

To trust that something will come, just like it did with naming the business.

Thing 2: a non-violent workout.

Here’s what I want:

This is kind of a follow-up to last week’s ask about spending more conscious time with my body.

So. I’ve been doing that in various ways and it’s been up and down. Mostly up.

But then I went to a pilates class and it was just … I was not right people for this particular class.

What I’d like:

To find a class (maybe dance routines, aerobics) that is laid back and pleasurable.

Where I can practice being with my body in ways that are mindful and experimental and maybe even joyful. And not constantly looking at the clock wondering when the torture is going to end.

Ways this could work:

I will do more internet research and ask around.

When asking, I will try to be really clear about what I don’t want — no violence, nothing with a ridiculous name, no yoga classes. And about my personal definitions and parameters.

Violence = anything that is about push push push instead of meet yourself where you are.

Ridiculous = acronyms, uncreatively smooshed-together words or anything with a trademark.

I don’t care how great Zumba is. I’m not going to do it because it’s called Zumba. Same for M.E.L.T. Same for Yogalates. Same for Pilyogics. Or Pilogarobics.

[Sincere apologies to any Zumba or Piloyoga teachers. I’m sure the thing you teach is fabulous. And I am probably missing out on it by being shallow and opinionated. That is the price I pay for being overly sensitive to words. My loss.]

And yes, I’m aware that I also teach something with a very problematic name (hello, Dance of Shiva), but that’s because it’s from an ancient practice. And at least I’m not calling it Shivoga or anything.

Yoga = the love of my life. So the problem is not that I don’t like Hatha yoga and all yoga. It’s that I love it way too much.

Having taught for years while studying with the best minds in the field has made it extremely tricky to find a good fit. It’s better for me to stick to my own practice.

My commitment.

To hold off on this while I’m in my hormonal funk of hating everything.

To make room for the possibility that there is something I might like. And if there isn’t, to use my vast experience of teaching and doing teacher trainings to invent something.

To do some tramping while I figure this out.

Thing 3: patterns.

Here’s what I want:

Working on two, old, stuckified patterns that keep coming up. Possibly (probably) related.

Needing some help and focus with this.

Ways this could work:

I can dance on it some more, and use Shiva Nata to zap my brain and generate some epiphanies.

Writing. Lots of writing.

Talking to some monsters.

My commitment.

Patience.
Love.
Sweetness.
Curiosity.
Balls.

Thing 4: Rallions!

Here’s what I want:

Two more lovely people to decide they’re coming to Rally (Rally!) with us on the 11th.

Ideally these two people will do this before Toozday, because I’m pretty sure that’s when the early brunch price ends. And because if you’re flying (we have people coming from Texas, New Mexico, Colorado and Washington), you want to book flights.

Ways this could work:

I can remember to tell you guys about it.

We could put up the rest of the new copy.

My commitment.

To madly adore everyone coming and buy them presents. Rally!

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

Let’s see. I wanted an organization to take our refrigerator, and while the refrigerator is still with us, I got three excellent suggestions for good places. Now I just need to call them.

(Next VPA: progress on the phone phobia!)

Then I asked for projectizing progress. And that definitely happened. Thank goodness for the Playground. It is the best place in the entire world for getting stuff done. Magical.

And I wanted more time with my body, and yes. More to do there, but feeling good about this. Then there was another Rally-related ask, and we have some absolutely amazing people coming so I’m excited.

I love that we do this. Seriously, this ritual has turned into my favorite part of the week.

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!

What I’d rather not have:

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

Wishing love and good things for your Very Personal Ads! So glad for everyone doing this with me.

The Fluent Self