very personal adsPersonal ads. They’re … personal! Very.

Each week I write these VPAs to practice asking for what I want. And to get clarity on what that really is, even when asking feels conflicted.

I always get useful information about my relationship with various aspects of the ask. Join in if you like!

Thing 1: a Shiva Nata faq that I might even enjoy writing.

Here’s what I want:

I’d really like to throw together a fabulous and useful Frequently Asked Questions list for the upcoming Shiva Nata teacher training that I’m running in September.

And I’d like this to not turn into a giant pain-in-the-ass never-ending project of doom, but instead to be fun.

Yes, I’d like it to a) happen, and b) happen with as much ease, flow, support, joy and general silliness as possible.

Ways this could work:

I can ask for help.

Actually, there are lots of people who could help. The shivanauts in the Secret Lab, people in my Kitchen Table program, graduates of past teacher trainings…

Also, I can wear my sparkly pink wig. Because costumes always help.

And you know what would be extra-great? If we could make progress on a general, non-teaching-related faq at the same time. I would love that.

My commitment.

To notice where my stuff comes up and get outside perspective, because sometimes I’m so deep in the practice that I’m probably the wrong person to be answering frequently answered questions.

To connect to the fractal flowers and remind myself of all the ways that this mission is useful for the future.

To insist that it is okay to find ways to make this pleasurable, instead of just slogging through it through force, because Shiva Nata is always about replacing the old patterns with better ones.

Thing 2:

Here’s what I want:

Tomorrow I’m teaching a special Shiva Nata class for the hard-rocking Guns N Rollers — the roller derby team we sponsor.

We’ll be working on coordination, speed, agility, brain training, reaction time and force fields! Obviously it will be a good time.

What I’d like is for it to be a really useful, powerful experience that supports everything the team needs, and brings more shivanautical superpowers into the world of derby.

I’d also like it to plant seeds for my bigger dream: a world in which pretty much all athletes do Shiva Nata, as a matter of course. Because who doesn’t want to be more coordinated?

The pitcher for the San Francisco Giants: warming up with a little Shiva Nata in the bullpen. In the Bundesliga, of course! Because doing Shiva Nata is how you avoid relegation — everyone knows that. Any NBA team making it to the playoffs… they’re going to be looking for a great Shiva Nata trainer…

It feels like fantasy now. But it isn’t. And somehow I want this class to be symbolically connected to that vision.

Ways this could work:

I’m going to have to do some talking with Slightly Future Me, to see what she knows about how this is connected. Or how I can imagine/pretend it is.

And I need to recognize what is possible.

My commitment.

To pay attention to what’s needed.

To ask how I can be of service.

To be curious, receptive, and to ask lots of questions.

Thing 3: writing up notes!

Here’s what I want:

Last week I got all this amazing help from Cairene on one of my projects.

And I have about a million pages of notes that I’d like to type up and organize, so that I’m not desperately searching for this notebook in six months when I’ll really need them.

And I’m not even slightly in the mood.

Ways this could work:

The pink wig, of course.

Hmmm. It’s really the same as the previous ask. It’s about finding a way to feel the connections between the thing I’m doing in the moment and the bigger plan/vision/desire.

So that steps don’t happen in isolation.

My commitment.

To write a tiny love letter to the notes.

To ask the part of me who knows how to do this what would make it more fun.

To stay connected to the essence of what I want while I’m figuring out the details — using the soft to be in the hard.

Thing 4: rewriting the Rally page

Here’s what I want:

We have a Rally (Rally!) coming up. It is the ninth Rally.

Each one has been nothing short of miraculous in terms of how much it’s possible to get the hell done in a matter of three and a half days. It is a shiny, epiphany-filled voyage of hilarity, productivity and surprises.

And I am still not very good at explaining what it is or why it is so life-changingly spectacular.

So I’d like to rewrite the page that describes it.

Ways this could work:

Help and support from my Kitchen Table companions at the Deguiltified Chicken Board forum.

Ideas from past and present Rallions.

To keep working on the Playground website.

Surely there is something I can do without the help of the pink wig? No. Apparently not. Okay, pink wig it is!

And of course, some shivanautical hot buttered insights, please.

Saying “hot buttered” just reminded me of how much I can’t wait for pesach to be over. Is it now? Is it now? Are we there yet?

My commitment.

To mess around. To play. To be receptive to a variety of possibilities.

To examine perceptions and assumptions. And to ask why about a million times until I figure out what I’m wrong about.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

I wanted lots and lots of movement, physical and otherwise. And there was lots of it.

Mostly shivanautical but also walking and stretching and getting stuff done.

Then I wanted ease with pesach, and that happened because the gentleman friend basically took over and did the whole thing.

The next thing was about updating my various projects, which didn’t happen in some ways but did in other ways (I finished and put up the new about pages and the Whee the people page).

And I wanted a calm, steady, knowing-what-to-do, and it showed up when I needed it. Yay.

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.

Much love for your gwishes! So happy to have you doing this with me.

The Fluent Self