by Havi Brooks | Aug 15, 2010 | my personal practice
Personal 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...
by Havi Brooks | Aug 11, 2010 | my personal practice
Okay. This post will probably not make any sense unless you read Phobic Me and Non-Phobic Me go out for a beer, which explains the cast of kooky characters (uh, it’s just one guy). But the short version is: I refuse to make certain types of phone calls and have...
by Havi Brooks | Aug 8, 2010 | my personal practice
Personal 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...
by Havi Brooks | Aug 5, 2010 | my personal practice
So. There is a me who has … oh, let’s say, issues about making phone calls. And there is a me who does not even slightly have this problem. And I know this because … Well, according to the Book of Me, which knows all: I have been known to put off...
by Havi Brooks | Aug 3, 2010 | my personal practice
The third-worst job I ever had involved a lot of dread. Dread and anxiety and pressure and deadness and agonizing wishing it would end. Maybe not as full-of-dread as the Moroccan mafia toy import company, and maybe not as full-of-deadness as the assembly line. But the...
by Havi Brooks | Aug 2, 2010 | my personal practice
Yes. Yes. And we begin. Me: So, you’re my blog. My blog: Yes. Me: I wish you had a name I could call you. My blog: Okay. Pause. If I think of something I’ll let you know. Me: Isn’t it a little weird that we hang out six times a week and I’ve...
