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.

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.

Thing 1: Shoes for swing dancing.

Here’s what I want:

You don’t hurt my feet.

You are easy to find.

I can depend on you.

You are beautiful (and also easy to clean).

We can cut a rug like nobody’s business.

Here’s how I want it to come to me:

Someone could leave a recommendation here.

I could discover you on Twitter.

A surprise.

My commitment.

I am going to spend more time with Dancer Me instead of hiding her away in the past and in memory.

Thing 2: Less hedging.

Here’s what I want:

To get better at saying the thing I want to say without prefacing it with a bunch of disclaimers. Also known as the Hedge.

This is something I inherited from my mother and it’s also a concept that I learned about from the amazing Suzette Haden Elgin, whom I mention here pretty much all the time.

“The primary function of the Hedge is to steal the listener’s response by predicting it and announcing the prediction …. ‘I know this is a silly thing to say, but I’m afraid of plums.'”

I want to be more brave in my communication and not do quite so much of the whole “I know this is an insane thing to say but” thing.

Here’s how I want to get it:

I’m not willing to have people call me on this, because I’m already really self-conscious about it, and I can’t see how that would work without me feeling guilty and defensive at some point.

I do want more conscious awareness around it … and maybe a compassionate reminder that this is something I’m working on.

Ways this could come to me:

I don’t know.

My commitment.

I am ready to have a more conscious, intentional relationship with language.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads and what’s going on with them.

So if you remember, last week I asked for help spending more time in my Angel Refueling Station.

And I was also feeling very anxious about this big upcoming thing that I was doing in my business. Very. Stucknesses!

Here’s what happened. It’s kind of screwed up, but it’s also kind of awesome. And when I say “kind of”, I mean extremely.

I took my anxious, worried thing to the Angel Refueling Station.

Yes, I used one thing I was working on to help destuckify another thing I was working on. I know!

And the weirdest thing happened.

So the theme of my meditation was, of course, this stuck anxiety thing. And I asked to be shown what my fear of success looked like and what it needed.

The first thing I saw was this giant rock. Absolutely massive. On its back on the ground.

And I realized that it was the base of a statue. No, it was the statue. It just hadn’t been made yet. It was being worked on.

So more like a sculpture in progress. And this particular rock was known to be hard to work with and so it was taking a lot of time to come into its form.

That was my fear.

The fear of my own potential. The fear of me doing something with it. And then just as much fear that I won’t.

I asked what needed to happen… and the gigantic rock split in two. Right down the middle.

And then? Are you ready for this?

Okay. Little furry creatures begin spilling out of the belly of the rock. Mice.

Hundreds of them.

With tiny teeth and claws and incredible energy, they go straight to work on the rock. Carving the structure from both the inside and the outside.

It takes a few more surreptitious pokes and increasingly non-subtle head whacks from my subconscious for me to get it, but I finally realize that these are helper mice.

They’re my helpers.

They seal the two halves back together. They wheel the statue around. They get it upright.

Once I see the statue, I know exactly what it is and what it means.

It’s the Nataraj.

It’s the statue of dancing Shiva.

And I am standing on its base. And the mice are somehow effortlessly moving it around until it can take off on its own momentum and its own power.

And it is carrying me.

I don’t have more results than that, but it’s still pretty awesome.

The big promotion did not do nearly as well as I had hoped.

I didn’t follow most of my own rules about those things and I also (ow, the irony!) didn’t take any of the advice that I would have given someone else who was doing something similar.

But for me the big thing is that I managed to do a ton of shifting with my stucknesses that are related to my work bringing Dance of Shiva into the world.

And I was weirdly patient. And I treated the whole thing like the learning experience that it is and didn’t let not getting the hoped-for results trigger my “what’s the point” narrative.

So those are the gifts I’m taking from the Angel Refueling Station. And they’re big ones.

Comments. Since I’m already asking …

I am adding to my practice of asking for stuff by being more specific about I would like to receive in the comments. And that way, if you feel like leaving one (you totally don’t have to), you get to be part of this experiment too. ๐Ÿ™‚

Here’s what I want:

  • Your own personal ads, small or large. Things you’ve asked for. Or are asking for. Or would like to ask for.
  • Thoughts or ideas about ways any of the personal ads listed here could come true.

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. I’m committing to giving time and thought to the things that people say, and I will interact with their ideas and with my own stuff as compassionately and honestly as is possible for me.

Thanks for doing this with me! You guys rock. I say that every time, but it’s true.

The Fluent Self