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 it.

Thing 1: Recovery time.

Here’s what I want:

The last two weeks have been so outrageously hectic that all I can do is shake my head and say hmmmmm. Though sometimes it’s more like a harrumph.

Anyway.

I want some relaxation. Not the “now I’m sick so I have to stay in bed” kind either.

Ways this could work:

Something spa-ish? Like a massage?

Or no emergencies this week?

I don’t know. But I’m open to stuff shifting on this.

My commitment.

To pay attention to my patterns. To remember that my stuff does not define the whole of who I am.

To do Dance of Shiva when I get stuckified. To ask for help. To notice things. To remind myself how much better everything is when I’m rested.

Thing 2: A bunch of new Shivanauts to play with

Here’s what I want:

To grow the community. More people to discuss epiphanies with. To play with.

To do shivanautical wackiness together.

Ways this could work:

More people deciding to play with the Starter Kit, hang out on the blog, offer bits of interestingness for me to post about …

Selma and I might also do a small teacher-training this year that’s not really for teachers but more an excuse to hang out and Shiva it up to incredibly inappropriate music, and journal and move and rest.

A wild rumpus training. WIth epiphanies. Whooo!

My commitment.

To give this time. All of it.

To trust. To wait. To have fun with it. To practice.

And of course to hang out on Pearl’s blog and the new Shiva Nata Group Blog and other places that are fun.

Thing 3: Clarity

Here’s what I want:

I have a stuckified thing that I don’t want to talk about. I’m like Cher in Moonstruck. Much gesturing with the hands on this one.

I don’t want to talk about it!

And this particular stuckness is showing up in my body too.

I want … movement, insight, clearing-up of things not working.

Ways this could work:

Not entirely sure. But I will keep talking to my walls.

And being patient.

My commitment.

To be open to unexpectednesses.

To reach out when I’m ready.

To talk to some of the exceptionally wise people I know about this.

To cut myself some slack.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

My gentleman friend and I managed a morning walk (what I’d asked for) every single day.

Except for Wednesday, which was a ridiculously hellish day anyway, and we did manage to get out in the afternoon.

Hugely happy about that.

Didn’t do too much with tax prep stuff but what did get done was very useful. And I’ve been getting lots of help from my new bookkeeper.

And no, I did not buy flowers for Hoppy House.

But I did think about it a couple times. And, despite all my stuff about how spending money on anything non-business-related is “extravagant” and bad, went out and bought the most stunningly gorgeous lamp in the entire world.

Which should count for something. Because it’s filling Hoppy House with light and happiness. And I like those things.

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.
  • 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 or psychoanalyzed.

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