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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 this thing.

Thing 1: walking earlier in the day.

Here’s what I want:

My gentleman friend and I have been in the habit of taking a morning walk for years.

And over the past few months it’s become an afternoon walk.

This is understandable. I get my best writing done in the morning. And I’ve been brunching* three different programs simultaneously, which has been all kinds of work.

And and and.

So right now we have this thing where I work and keep working until my gentleman friend correctly assesses that my brain is turning to mush, and promptly hauls me out for a walk, after which my spirits improve considerably.

I need the morning walk. We have to go back to the morning walk. Not that this should negate an afternoon walk. Just that the morning needs a comeback. Desperately.

* A more entertaining word for “launching”, which I always found kind of gross. Borrowed this delightful turn of phrase instantly and unapologetically from Tara the Blonde Chicken.

Here’s how I want this to work:

Oh, it would be nice if I could get back to writing blog posts a day or so early, so as not to be frantically editing the morning of.

It would also be lovely to just remember that walking is like Dance of Shiva in that the act of doing it will put me back in flow and pretty much guarantee that the rest of the day will go more smoothly.

My gentleman friend could remind me of this. Selma could want to go for a walk.

And I can use the fabulous Deguiltified Chicken Board at my Kitchen Table program that totally exists for stuff like this.

My commitment.

To remember that what is good for my body is good for everything else in my life.

To value movement, breath, earth, a glimpse of sky, reconnecting with myself over … pretty much all the other stuff.

To ask for help. To give myself permission to take my duck for a walk. To trust that this is a good thing. To practice. To not be too hard on myself if it takes a while.

Thing 2: readiness + preparation time.

Here’s what I want:

Normally I try to use the transition from December to January to get all my finances for the past year in order.

This is because I dread dread dread tax-time and all the related headaches. So this is the one thing I actually manage (sometimes, at least) to do early. To get it the hell over with.

This year because of some especially disastrous choices, unfortunate decisions and general stalled-ness, this task is made especially problematic.

I managed to do a good chunk of Sorting Out The Scary over Zombie Yule. But I’d really like some more movement on this over the next week.

Here’s how I want to get this to work:

To remember that I have marvelous resources and to use them.

To talk with Jennifer (my lovely new bookkeeping angel). A lot.

To ask my gentleman friend for help when I need help.

My commitment.

I will give myself time.

I will give myself permission to cry as much as I want.

Basically, permission to feel annoyed, frustrated, anxious, busy, stressed out, etc.

And to keep reminding myself how good this will feel in April, knowing that I don’t have to do it then.

To do whatever delightfully wacky rituals I feel drawn to in order to ground my transition into the new year.

And I’ll do them both to cheer me up and to release some of my stuckified resistance around everything that’s going on right now.

Thing 3: Flowers.

Here’s what I want:

I have this screwed up thing where I think that everything I do for myself is extravagant and unnecessary.

Working on it.

In baby steps. That’s why this week it’s about the flowers.

Ways this could work:

I could decide to buy flowers for Hoppy House.

And then to pay attention to both a. my stuff as it comes up and b. the pleasure I take in things being pretty.

My commitment.

To notice. To breathe. To smell. To practice. To let things happen in small pieces, over time, in whatever progression is necessary for now.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

I asked for more love for my house. To spend more conscious time doing stuff that would help me feel like I belong at Hoppy House.

This went pretty well. I have been continuing Hiro‘s sweet morning ritual of visiting with every corner in the house.

Some ideas about what might help are showing up. And I am working on this belonging thing. Slowly, slowly.

My second wish was help with the scary pile and I am pleased to report that the scary pile is no longer a scary pile.

Somehow, some unplanned crazy fits of filing happened this week and for that I am forever grateful.

And I wanted to spend more time being a connector-mouse and bringing people and projects together. Haven’t done anything with that but I did have an extremely bizarre dream about that the night before last.

More about that when I’m ready. Also: wow. I was sure that I hadn’t made any movement on last week’s asks, but this is actually kind of reassuring.

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. And that way, if you feel like leaving one (you totally don’t have to), you get to be part of this experiment too. 🙂

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:

  • Theories about how stuff works.
  • 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