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: aaaaaaaaah spaciousness.

Here’s what I want:

The busy. It is not ending.

There’s the Rally this week and then teaching in Sacramento and then all of a sudden we’re halfway through December.

Somehow I need for pockets of breathing room to open up in there. Either that or some cool machine that slows down time. Superpowers activate!

Ways this could work:

Shavasana.

Naptime. Bathtime.

Buffers and neutral zones.

Lots of playing at the Playground.

Not taking myself too seriously.

I don’t know.

My commitment.

To observe the hard and the good, and find out what I need.

To put someone else at the front of the V.

To be genuinely curious and loving and inquisitive about whatever monsters show up and not just shove cookies at them to try to make them shut up.

To laugh when I can and cry when I can’t. Yes, that was probably going to happen anyway but I just committed to it. So there.

Thing 2: phase 2 of the Great Rebrunching.

Here’s what I want:

It’s that time of year again, somehow.

We’re gearing up for the (gasp) THIRD YEAR of my At the Kitchen Table program where we actively practice all the stuff I talk about on the blog.

This year I’m not breaking my head over the change-over. Which is interesting and good.

But we’re also gearing up for a lot of back-end adjustments, which means time crunch.

What I’d like is for the rolling-out to go smoothly, while I’m away rallying it up at the Rally (Rally!).

Ways this could work:

I know how the technical bits are going to work. We have just about a hundred people on the waiting list, and as of Monday, the waiting list will be officially closed.

On Toozday morning we’ll let that group of lovely and patient people start applying. They’ll get a two week headstart, and then if there are any seats left we’ll open the doors to the General Public (aka blog mice et al).

As for the how is this going to work with smoothness and spaciousness and all that? No idea.

And I will be too busy with the Great Ducking Out and then teaching in Sacramento to figure that out, so it’s going to have to work smoothly.

I’m definitely hoping that this can be a fun experiment in not obsessing over details and finding out how much I can trust our systems. Yes, please.

My commitment.

To breathe and take lots of notes.

To remember that each year this process gets slightly easier. And that everything I do this year (even if it turns out to be a colossal screw-up) is useful information.

To enjoy this amazing community that is like nothing I have ever experienced.

Hooray for smart, compassionate curious people working on their stuff while having imaginary cake fights and being ridiculous.

p.s. If you want to start early on this, I happen to know (because I was at Drunk Pirate Council and because it was my idea) that this year we’re doing conversations with monsters. So you could go ahead and start documenting a dialogue, and then you’re already most of the way there.

Thing 3: oh there is this thing I want to work on!

Here’s what I want:

I have a beloved project mission that I’ve been wanting to spend time on since August.

My heart is whispering please please please, and I have most of the ralllying this week to make progress on it.

However, the rally always has its own agenda, so who knows.

It would be so brilliant to really truly make progress on this. And if that doesn’t happen, may the thing that does be so fabulous that I don’t care.

Ways this could work:

Love notes. Secret trysts.

Lots and lots of help from metaphor mouse.

My commitment.

To work through the hard and find out what’s needed so this can happen.

To process the process and ask lots of questions.

Trust trust trust trust trust.

Thing 4: superhero gloves.

Here’s what I want:

Eeeee! I saw these on Etsy and ohmygod.

Why do I not have superhero gloves? This is important.

Ways this could work:

I can contact her and find out if she’ll make them for big people.

And hum my new superhero gloves superhero gloves song that exists only in my head.

I can show them to the Schmoppet and his eyes can go big.

Superhero gloves!

My commitment.

To be worthy of superhero gloves.

I’m not sure what that entails but I’m on it.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

First thing I wanted was an alternative plan to SXSW and that weirdly resulted in my decision to not travel for the next eighteen months. Awesome.

Then I needed help with order and sequencing, which went pretty well. Drunk Pirate Council was not as hellish as anticipated.

I wanted ease-filled readjustment back from the Week of Biggification. Kind of happened and kind of didn’t.

The part that went really well: daily naps and early to bed and not having ten thousand client calls.

The part that was hard: adjustment is just hard.

And I wanted progress on a project, and ended up sharing my thoughts/vision with some people. Scary but exciting. We’ll see where it goes.

It’s kind of freaking me out that no one seems to think it’s as impossible as I do. But that’s probably a good thing.

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! So glad for everyone doing this with me.

The Fluent Self