What's in the gallery?
We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.
We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**
* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.
** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.
What's in the gallery?
We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.
We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**
* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.
** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.
Friday Chicken #118: not all sparkly hedgehogs are vampire hedgehogs
Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
I’m in North Carolina, teaching the Week of Biggification (password = pickles) that I have been working on setting up since last January.
So I was still planning on posting here this week, but then my laptop (Mack the Wife) had to go to the hospital.
And then a bunch of other …. complicated and challenging things happened.
See under: this week’s hard.
Shall we?
The hard stuff
Sick. Worst timing ever.
We flew into Asheville from Portland two days in advance, so Selma and I could get settled and adjust to the time zone.
And we did get settled. And it was lovely.
Until the day we were supposed to start. I got food poisoning and spent the entire day vomiting my brains out.
And then had to revise my entire lesson plan to involve things that don’t require movement or thought.
Nice.
Trying to do things when you can’t stop throwing up. It’s insanely hard.
So all the prep work, getting the room ready, everything that was supposed to happen didn’t.
And I nearly passed out in the cab on the way there. That was fun.
Thursday I was still pretty wiped out, and Friday looks to be slightly better. I hope. But ugh.
Dinner.
The place we’re staying has outrageously great food.
We had this fabulous meal put together for the first night. And people were moaning with delight, and I could only drink hot water with lemon and sigh.
And then I tasted one little thing, which, though delicious, also turned out to be … a mistake. Oh the unfairness.
No computer = a disastrous way to run a company.
Fortunately the First Mate managed to take care of most things.
But I couldn’t respond to anything. Or write posts. Or type up a variety of things I’d planned on typing up. Frustrated mouse!
I missed you guys.
Not getting to watch the last game of the World Series.
Well, we got the first six innings. Listened to them. In the Atlanta airport.
On my gentleman friend’s iPhone (thank you, magic MLB app) and sharing headphones.
Because the ridiculous Atlanta airport thinks a random football game is more important than the World Freaking Series.
And then halfway through the sixth we had to get on a plane.
Agony.
The good stuff
I’m here.
And while I had to interrupt my day of throwing up all over the place to teach a two hour orientation, we still had fun.
And it still worked.
And I didn’t projectile vomit on anyone. Whooo! Ten thousand sparklepoints for me.
It’s really good to be here.
The people are amazing. No big surprise there.
We are having fun and singing pirate songs and doing old Turkish lady yoga and being smart.
It is awesome. And it’s about to get way better. Because I can totally stand up now.
Hearing people speculate on what we might be doing. Is hilarious.
An actual conversation I overheard:
Guy at the bar: “What’s this group meeting over there … The Fluent Self?”
Bartender: “Oh, they’re like … writers and creative people and they do things with creativity or something.”
Guy at the bar: “Is that a trampoline outside their door?”
Bartender: “They have all kinds of knickknacks, those creative people.”
Yes. Yes, we do.
And no, no we aren’t.
Never mind.
You should have seen us blowing bubbles and waving magic wands. Or flailing the dance of flail.
You should see where we’re staying.
Yes, yes, the mountains and the sky and the trees and the glorious gorgeous fall.
But really, I mean this crazy room they put us in.
It has eight more chairs than we have in our entire house. And a wrap-around balcony.
Conflict resolution.
The thing that has not been resolved appears to be resolving itself.
This is very good news.
Giants take the World Series!
The joyousness! The rejoicings! The games!
Exclamation points.
And as much as I tried to whisper to myself it’s just a game it’s just a game, it was so not just a game.
It was awesome. It was a shock. And it was also a tiny little triumph over Justin Bieber, and both Georges Bush.
And … playing live at the meme beach house it’s the Fake Band of the Week!
My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”
I’m loving the band this week.
Vampire Hedgehogs
Seriously? It’s just one guy.
And some of the lovely presents that arrived this week.
Oh, and sadly I don’t have pictures yet!
There’s a pirate duck amigurumi thing from Tara the Blonde Chicken.
And a delightfully creepy zombie spa duck with cucumber eyes from the hotel!
And Shiva Nata cards from Frank.
Also I have a truly bizarre red wig. Huh. I guess it has been a good week.
That’s it for me …
And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.
Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?
And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day and a restful weekend-ing.
And a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.
Very Personal Ads #70: because it’s the future!
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 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: Darlings. Who do you know in Scotland? Near Edinburgh?
Here’s what I want:
Lindsay (that’s @gurubody on Twitter — she’s a client and colleague and person I hugely admire) is an AMAZING teacher.
She’ll be visiting from Spain and doing a program in Edinburgh on Sunday 28 November from 10 until 5.
Highly recommended. Especially for Shivanauts but really for everyone. Can you help me pass this on?
I would love for her to find her right people for this.
Ways this could work:
I can tell you guys.
And remind people.
And hope for the best and plant wishes and say yay.
My commitment.
To support things I care about.
Thing 2: Oh my poor sweater!
Here’s what I want:
My absolute favorite sweater (It’s orange! It’s from Berlin!) has a hole in the shoulder.
Sadface mouse!
I want it healed please! But I do not do knitting and stitching and such, and all the awesome crafty and fix-capable people I know live far away.
Ways this could work:
Maybe you know this person in Portland (the Younger) with the magic knitting needles who can make my sweater happy again!
Maybe you are this person!
(I should also mention here what I don’t want, which is kind, sweet-hearted offers to teach me to do this.
If there were fifty hours in a day, I’d take you up on it. Right now my time goes to running a company, writing and destuckifying, and that’s where I’m at. Thanks!)
My commitment.
To ask around hopefully.
To trust that the person will show up if I keep looking for her (or him).
And I will totally give you a tour of the Playground or buy you a coffee or something if this is you.
Thing 3: Ease with travel, please.
Here’s what I want:
For everything about the trip to Asheville (where Selma and I are teaching the Week of Biggification to happen with grace and smoothness and general fabulousness.
Ways this could work:
It just could.
I could surprise myself.
My commitment.
I will wear my invisible crown and my extremely visible red sovereignty boots. And be sparkly.
And breathe and breathe and breathe and breathe.
And use my emergency calming techniques and stretch and write and read books on the phone (because it’s the future!)
Thing 4: Bloggery magic, preferably in pill form.
Here’s what I want:
So of course I have not written posts for the eight days I’ll be teaching and the other five days I’m on the road.
All together now: hahahahahahahahahaha.
What could happen so that there are good things here and I don’t go crazy?
Ways this could work:
Okay. I can post some of the stuff I’ll be journaling while I’m there.
Maybe I will have a Brilliant Idea while on the plane? Stranger things have happened.
My commitment.
To be receptive to the perfect, simple solution.
To allow for elegance in problem-solving.
To Shiva Nata it up and let the epiphanies tell me what to do.
To wait and see.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
Let’s see. I wanted sequencing and timing support with my insanely insane week of insanity.
And things did kind of just work, though I have no idea how.
I also asked for help figuring out a non-sugared thing to give out on Halloween. And thanks to genius suggestions from the commenter mice, we are going with bubbles. Bubbles!
Then there was a thing about this conflict in my workspace. And while it isn’t resolved, I’m no longer feeling anxious about it. So yay. Unexpected result!
The last ask was about Hiro’s new class, and from what I hear there’s been great response. Well done, week of insanity. Sparklepoints!

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!
What I’d rather not have:
- The word “manifest”.
- To be told how I should be asking for things.
- To be judged, psychoanalyzed or given advices.
Wishing love and good things for your Very Personal Ads! So glad for everyone doing this with me.
Friday Chicken #117: nine to zero!
Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
All I can say about this week is this:
Yeesh.
Though really?
That’s not so much an expression of disgruntlement as the sound my head makes as it whips around to see where the week went.
I would like to add:
How is it possibly October 29th? Seriously? Where did this sneaky little bastard of a month go?
The hard stuff
It all happened so fast that I’m not even sure what happened.
Remember on Sunday when I said my schedule for this week would make you cry?
Well, I didn’t cry. But the First Mate just kept spinning me around and sending me on my way to the next appointment.
It was a madhouse. But so much of a madhouse that everything happened kind of ridiculously efficiently, because it had to.
Anyway, I have a headache from the blur.
Way too much to do.
This is not good for me.
Is that conflict still unresolved?
Why yes, it is.
But at least that other huge thing got taken care of, right?
No. No. No. Still trying to fix that massive hole as well.
I can’t wait to find out what useful thing or brilliant business system is going to result from this spectacular example of ohmygod this is not working at all.
Disorderliness!
And not the good kind of shivanautical chaos but just confusion and not being able to find stuff.
The good stuff
The hidden surprises in the disorder.
“One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.”
–A. A. Milne
Also, in the quotes that make me happy category, I re-stumbled on this letter that Hiro wrote me over a year ago:
Sweet pea, vacation is a Necessary Business Expense. Think of it as maintenance, like changing the oil in your car. The Creativity and Visionary Directors of The Fluent Self must commune with their muses, because that’s the bedrock of the business.
Somehow, despite all the chaos.
Stuff got done.
I taught my classes, wrote my writings, projectized on my projects, launched what needed launching, did magic with my clients, and it all happened.
And I even got a haircut. Go me.
Sparklepoints.
Yum.
Just when I thought my gentleman friend’s terrific sourdough bread (with the Hoppy House starter) could not get any better ….
He turned some kind of impossible baker’s corner, and it is now intense and drool-worthy and changing my life.
The whole house smells like love.
I found a pair of pants.
They fit.
This is a big deal.
NINE TO NOTHING!
As much as I make fun of the cough terribly named so-called World Series …
I love the Giants. I have been loving them for the past five years (with all the pain and torture that this love entails) and this has been incredibly exciting.
There is nothing I can say here to express my extreme joy and most of what I would say isn’t very nice anyway.
So I’ll just say nine to nothing nine to nothing nine to nothing. And yes, THIS:
“Side bet: if the Giants win, Texas has to legalize gay marriage.”
Posts I loved so much this week..
Amy (that’s @barefootphoenix) wrote this inspiring piece about why she loves Rally (Rally!).
I love everything that Maryann writes about (she’s @maryanndevine).
And oh boy! It’s blog twister! Kelly (@copylicious) is brilliant and insane and I love her. After you read her post, go play the game!
And … playing live at the meme beach house it’s the Fake Band of the Week!
My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”
This week?
Day 4 Syndrome
It’s like they’re everywhere. Except it’s actually just one guy.
And some of the presents that arrived this week.
Jana from Hamburg sent a bottle of Anti-Monster spray.
Vielen vielen Dank!
And J.J. sent a tail. Yes.
A tail! That you can wear. I’d put up a picture but I haven’t figured out how to photograph my ass.
And really, maybe not the most appropriate thing for the blog. Next time? Smoking hot pics unless I lose my phone again.
That’s it for me …
And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.
Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?
And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day and a restful weekend-ing.
And a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.
p.s. Two spots for the weekend of Shiva Nata teacher training and general hilarity in February. Yes?
Sophomore Syndrome.
Yesterday was about Day 4 Syndrome. How its day-4-ness isn’t limited to Day 4, because there are bigger patterns at work.
These patterns have to do with process and completion, and how scary it is to not see the end. And then to see it. Even though it’s not really an end.
Anyway. Day 4 is one of a number of syndromes that can show up when you’re working on your stuff or biggifying or trying to make progress on a goal.
These are not fun while they’re happening. Though they do have their useful bits.
And it always helps to remember, “Oh, right, this is a thing.”
So here’s another one. Sophomore Syndrome.
Sophomore syndrome shows up as any form of resistance to change.
It’s the moment of “things are different” — when that realization brings discomfort instead of reassurance.
It doesn’t really matter what or how things are different.
Different than they were before, different than I what I was expecting, different than a scenario or outcome that I’m really attached to.
“Everything was better then…”
“At Havi’s last program, it was better because…”
“When I did X, it was like Y …”
“I wish that this was …”
It happens. The frustration is natural and legitimate. You’re not a terrible person for being in it. It’s a normal part of going through change. Happens to all of us.
What’s actually happening:
Things are different now. Things are, in fact, constantly changing.
That’s how it goes. That’s what it means to be a moving part in a universe of moving parts. It’s the dynamic, ever-changing process of being alive.
And all this change is more intense and happens faster when you’ve consciously decided to make a change and do something differently.
Like starting a new project, writing a Very Personal Ad, trying to establish a new relationship with your body.
It happens even more at places like my Kitchen Table program or a Rally (Rally!) or when I teach a week of serious destuckification.
That’s because a) you’re surrounded by people who are consciously, actively working on their stuff, b) you are consciously, actively working on your own stuff, and c) you’re at a different place than you were before.
Change is a thing. That involves necessary growth periods. Being in them sucks.
At the same time, since change and growth are part of what you’ve chosen to do, we notice the pattern, and then look around for creative ways to make peace with this.
Why this can be so hard and painful.
The thing about sophomore syndrome — all these syndromes — is that it feels real.
Everything you’re noticing and experiencing about how everything was better and now it’s not … it seems demonstrably true.
And a lot of it is true. It’s just not helpful.
Because it creates resistance, and resistance solidifies the stuck and then you’re banging into the walls again.
We want to get back to spaciousness and possibility:
“Even though things are not the way I wanted them to be …
“And even though I’m allowed to not like it…
“Maybe they don’t have to be the way I wanted them to be, because what if there’s something useful about now? Maybe. What if I let myself find out?”
Prevention and cure
Invoke adaptation. Shift your focus to curiosity and play and looking for what is useful.
Create comfort through familiarity. Anything that helps you feel grounded, stable and supported when things are moving.
Find out what you need.
Could be extra seclusion. Or extra iguanaccountability and support. To wait for the next wave or turn the next corner.
Either way, this is the part where you remind yourself that you’re allowed to be in the hard. It’s temporary. It does not define you.
And then you can find the continuity and the shared threads.
You can look for what you actually like about the different and the new.
And it passes. The people you didn’t feel comfortable yet become your friends. Or you find other people. The discomfort dissolves into the new thing, and the new thing is awesome.

And comment zen for the comment blanket fort.
As always: we all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. We let everyone else have their stuff, and we don’t give unsolicited advice.
Aside from that … play with me?
Maybe brainstorming Sophomore syndrome moments (from experience or watching it happen to people in your life).
Or what you do when you’re in it.
Or anything else about what is useful, what is helpful reminder, what makes it easier to experiment.
Day 4 Syndrome.
One of the things I worked on at the last Rally (Rally!) was writing an ebook.
Not as a product.
It’s called the Navigational Charts, it’s twenty seven pages long, and I wrote it for the people coming to my Week of Biggification in Asheville next week to help them get their bearings.
Part guide, part resource, part code of the seas.
And one of the topics covered was the variety of syndromes and maladies that often show up onboard the metaphorical ship.
It seemed unfair that only the people coming to Asheville should know about this stuff, so I wanted to explain a bit about Day 4 Syndrome.

Here’s how I described it:
You will hit the hard at some point. Some serious walls will show up and it is quite possible that you will run right into them. Smack! Ow!
Not fun. Usually — for most people — this happens around the midpoint, towards Day 4.
It’s okay. It’s not you. It’s part of being in a process that is also a passage.
Like seasickness. Or homesickness. It’s just part of the thing. It happens. And you’re on your way through it.
Of course, it’s not just the fourth day that causes Day 4 Syndrome.
When we’re rallying it up at the three-and-a-half-day Rally, the stuck shows up like clockwork on the afternoon of Day 2.
I’ve seen this happen when I used to teach my four month destuckification program. Every time. Middle of the third month.
When I worked at summer camp it was about ten days before the end.
And still I got thrown for a loop this year.
I’m facilitating two year long programs, both of which began in January. And mid-September there was a run of freaking out.
When I mentioned this to Hiro, she started giggling. And then saying extremely wise Hiro-things about the nature of cycles. And about the growth periods of ending.
Normalcy and completion.
Here’s how I was able to reassure myself (and then one of my groups), thanks to Hiro’s reminders.
Here is the thing. Every group goes through this stage of freakout.
This is what happens when you reach the point of being able to see the end date. Seeing the end date (even when it’s still a ways off) invokes completion. Powerful, scary stuff.
We come around the bend. We see the transition and ending out in front of us. And there’s this moment of anxiety.
It’s just part of a normal cycle that happens when you’re in a supportive structure that exists for a set period of time.
Those of you who came to do a private Extra Sparkly day of coaching with me in Portland have experienced this — it hits around 3pm. That sudden sense of uh oh about all the parts we hadn’t gotten to yet.
Totally, completely natural and to be expected.
And that’s what takes us to what is useful.
It’s really that Day 4 point that gets us to where all the interesting, kooky and magical things happen.
Like with the 3pm Extra Sparkly day anxiety. Come 4:30 we’ve collapsed all the monsters and come up with the most fabulous and ease-filled marketing plan. You can’t think of anything that worries you.
There’s nothing left to do the last hour except drink tea and be silly. It’s fun.
Same with Day 4 in the Week of Destuckification. The “I’m not ready to be done” moment. And by the end, we get what we needed to. Everything else is percolating.
When you’re in the Day-4-ness of Day 4, there’s still so much to do — you’re sure it can’t possibly fit it into the time remaining.
And then it always does. We panic. And then we use what we’ve learned to move through it. And then there’s the good stuff.
Using the usefulness.
By asking smart questions.
- What part of me is freaking out when I see the end?
- What reassurances do I need?
- What is true about this? What ELSE is true at the same time?
- What are the things that bring me back to myself?
- Is this from now? What past experiences are being stirred up?
- What part of this is my stuff? Anything in here about fear of abandonment, fear of abandoning myself, fear of isolation, fear that things can’t change, fear that things will change?
- What are the beginnings in this ending? Or: what is helpful about this ending?
Prevention and cure.
Noticing that it’s happening.
Giving yourself permission to be there for now.
Remembering that this is normal and natural, and that it is not the whole truth of your experience. It’s part of a passage.
All of this eases the pain of being in it, and gives you a little distance so that you don’t have to be in it.
Other than that? Ask someone for a hug. Do some old Turkish lady yoga. Talk to the stuck.
How else is this useful?
Really the most useful thing about Day 4 Syndrome is knowing about it and remembering that it exists.
It’s useful if you’re in a program or a course, because then you know what it is. Your anxious moments have context.
And it’s hugely useful if you’re teaching a program, because then that moment where everyone falls apart all at once makes sense.
It’s also useful when you’re thinking about the various ongoing processes you’re in: Is this a wall? Or is this a Day 4 moment?
My fuzzy monsters would have me believe that stuck is forever. But my experience tells me that the Day 4 (or whatever it ends up being) is the tunnel, and that following it is valuable.

And comment zen for the comment blanket fort.
We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. We let everyone else have their stuff, and we don’t give unsolicited advice.
Aside from that … play with me?
Maybe thinking of some other Day 4 moments (Days 4?) we know about through experiencing them or watching them happen to other people.
Or what you do when you hit that cyclical moment of hard.
Or anything else about what is useful, what is a helpful reminder, anything makes the whole thing more light-hearted and playful.
Kisses to the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers and everyone who reads.