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.

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.

Possibility.

I’m thinking about two especially frightening mental places to find yourself in life.

The one where you think everything is limited.

And the one where you realize that everything is possible.

I’m handing this over to you.

Remember when we had an experiment here where I gave you the concept, and let you expand on it?

You get to guess what I’d be saying about this. Or figure out what you know about this.

With a couple of starting points.

The relationship between the two.

At the Destuckification week in California that we did in January, we dissolved the scary of the first one:

What if I can’t ever get beyond these (external + self-imposed) limits?

And at the Week of Biggification in North Carolina next week we will — among other things — be making peace with knowing that so much more is possible than we think.

Playing possibility, being possibility, finding the gaps and acting on what we know.

Everything and nothing.

There is truth in the statement that everything is limited.

And there is also truth in the statement that everything is possible. And there is the truth of the continuum.

Part of accessing possibility is the ability to ask, “What else is true here?”

For the shivanauts.

Shiva Nata is about connections. And freedom from having to follow default patterns.

How is this related to the everything is limited and yet everything is possible question? And how does it help us find our way through it?

You’re welcome to play if you like. Comment zen for today?

We are thinking out loud here. This is not about absolutes or right versus wrong. It’s about examining what is possible.

We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. We let everyone have their own experience, which means we don’t give each other unsolicited advice. And we are curious about where we get stuck.

Kisses to the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers and everyone who reads.

Very Personal Ads #69: definitely not toothbrushes, that’s just obnoxious

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.

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: sequencing and timing.

Here’s what I want:

I have what might be the busiest week of my life coming up.

If you saw my schedule, you would cry.

Everything on it is a good thing, and a thing that needs to happen before I go to Asheville next week.

I would like order and brilliance and for the pieces to fall swiftly and cleanly into place. For one thing to further the next. For every single step to help the next one go click click click click into completion.

For things to happen in right timing.

Ways this could work:

I can remember to use my domino-ing technique.

Lots and lots of Shiva Nata, obviously.

Mise en place, as Cairene always reminds me.

Breathe breathe breathe.

I don’t know what else but I’m receptive to being pleasantly surprised.

My commitment.

To laugh hysterically at the crazy.

To flail and then flail some more.

To wake up early and tramp it up.

Thing 2: Halloween.

Here’s what I want:

It will be eleven years this February since I quit sugar.

My beloved Hoppy House is the one place where I never ever have to think about it.

I’m fine with letting other people happily do their own thing. I’m fine with the fact that people vary, to use a Paul-ism. And I make a point of not evangelizing.

And at the same time, it still just feels weird. I am not in love with the idea of personally passing out drugs to tiny people.

But who wants to be one of those healthier-than-thou people handing out organic soy alfalfa tempeh sprout sticks?

Ways this could work:

I don’t know.

We have a neighborhood full of adorable children. And I have a Playground full of pirate costumes.

So if we don’t end up turning off all the lights and hiding and watching Pushing Daisies on Netflix …

Is there a not-horrible-for you candy that I can give? Or a non-candy alternative that will not make me a hateful person?

If so, I want to know what my options are.

If not, I want to be able to just go ahead and overload those adorable tiny little brains with things that make them crazy — and not feel bad about it. Or watch Pushing Daisies and not feel bad about that.

Basically I just want to not feel bad about things. This isn’t about Halloween. It’s a sovereignty ask.

My commitment.

To ask the neighbors for suggestions.

To find out more about the sovereignty stuck: where is the guilt and what does it want?

Thing 3: for some things to work themselves out.

Here’s what I want:

Still working on the thing from last week with a challenge at my Playground space.

Over the gah conflict part of it, but would still like a more peaceful resolution.

And there are some other things that could use peaceful resolving.

Ways this could work:

Let’s see.

I could stop caring about it.

Things could right themselves.

People could say “this is where I stand”, so I know where they stand.

My commitment.

Trust. Patience. Curiosity. Play.

To look for the gaps.

Thing 4: right people for Hiro’s amazing new class.

Here’s what I want:

I am so excited about this two-class series that I can hardly stand it.

The idea is closing out the year that was, and then planting all the good for the new. But way better than that.

It’s basically advanced Very Personal Ads, and Hiro is a terrific teacher and explainer.

Her exercises are like nothing else. This stuff goes deep. I cannot recommend this class highly enough.

And I want to see it packed full of people, because I need her work out in the world. It makes it easier for me to do mine.

Ways this could work:

I can tell you about it and give you the link.

And help her in any way I can.

My commitment.

To do just that.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

This was a hard group of asks.

I wanted a place to stay for SXSW — and still need some suggestions. Thanks to everyone who told me about who they like for massage.

Next up was ease in conflict resolution. And while the situation hasn’t been resolved, I wrote a clear and sovereign letter, stood my ground and have been working on the part of it that’s my stuff. I no longer want to throw up, so … progress.

I was hoping for some decorations for my Wishroom, and someone on Twitter offered to send me a hammock. Nice. This one still needs some work, so I’ll have to mess around with it some more.

And I wanted next steps on the five year plan. And while that didn’t exactly happen, I’ve been putting in the emotional groundwork. So it’s happening. Just underground. I might want to re-ask and focus in on the structure and sequencing.

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.

And postscripting to remind you about the Great Ducking Out and how extremely great it is. We have five people coming so far and they are awesome. Would love to hang out with you too, if there’s a way to make it work.

Friday Chicken #116: a horse is a horse of course of course except when it’s a chicken

Friday chickenBecause 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.

What an unbelievably full week.

Just full.

I’m still kind of reeling from how busy it was.

Lots of unexpected hard, lots of unexpected good — most of it hidden inside of the hard. And just a lot. In general.

Let’s see.

The hard stuff

Oh, the misunderstandings.

And the multiple ways in which a simple misunderstanding can get tangled up into a giant plonter of a no-longer-simple misunderstanding.

Assumptions piled on assumptions.

Lots of detangling. And more left to do.

Conflict from last week still unresolved.

Another Playground-related thing. Being pushed. And not knowing what to do about it. And not liking any of it.

So now I’m past the vomitous angsty pit of stomach despair phase.

And past the this is impossible to deal with phase.

Past the part that is all about the sad.

But I would really just like to get this cleared up.

Discovered a fairly large administrative disaster.

What fun.

And apparently this problem has been going on for months. Wow.

So we got to discover lots of GIGANTIC FIRES that we didn’t know about while they were happening. And they’re totally irrelevant now. Which I guess is good.

Anyway, that was extremely unnerving.

Horses.

1. You can lead a horse to water but you cannot make him drink. So they say.

2. Being thirsty is a legitimately uncomfortable experience for horses, who will often express their frustration. All they want is to drink but where is the water?! This happens regardless of how often you lead them there.

3. This often remains true even if you’re right next to the water and you splash in it and drink from it yourself, and point to the giant sign that says in horse-language: WATER! HERE! IT COSTS NOTHING! GO AHEAD AND DRINK IF YOU WANT SOME!

4. Sometimes you just have to accept that there isn’t a whole lot you can do about this. It is not your job to get the horse to drink.

5. I’m not always good at #4.

* I’ve been teaching since I was fourteen. Thinking creatively about new ways to approach learning is what I do. Good things will come from this as always. The narrative will rewrite itself. No advice, please.

Mosquito in my bedroom.

I protest.

“Giants baseball! TORTURE!”

Love hurts. Not always, but on occasion it has been known to.

And loving the San Francisco Giants is a painful, complicated thing that involves some of the most incredibly agonizing moments imaginable.

I’m trying to quit. But of course there is no such thing.

The good stuff

Baseball. I still love it.

The excitement. The beautiful. The astonishing athletic feats that make all the doom worth it.

And yes, still in it.

Roller Derby!

After our disastrous bout with the BAD Girls that killed our chances of going to Chicago for nationals …

Chicago came to us. And it was outrageous. The fourth ranked Western division team (us!) took apart the first ranked North Central division team (them).

Final score? Portland’s Wheels of Justice: 134. Windy City: 90. Gah. We should so be at nationals.

But it was a fantastic bout.

Also Casey and Cairene were there to scream with us, so it was even more fun than you’re already imagining.

Reordering and reorganizing.

Fall cleaning mode is in full swing.

We launched a whole new batch of systems changes.

I managed to get rid of eight categories in the most tangled section of the pirate Log.

So needed! And it only took 90 minutes and not days, like I imagined it would.

And then I closed TWENTY SIX troll doors, and oh the happy. Breath of fresh air.

It’s not hot anymore!

Selma gets to wear her scarf. And I get to wear layers again. This is a good thing.

I am both much more attractive and much nicer when I get to wear layers.

It’s almost flannel sheets season, and yay.

The massive Getting Done of Things!

This week. It was so intense.

Time off.

Even with all the madness, I managed to take a day and a half off.

And go for walks in the sun.

Making up for all the teaching weekends. Slowly.

Stuff I read and appreciated this week.

This post from Amy with lovely reporting on the Rally.

This piece from Maryann on resting and actually doing it.

Then Alison took my metaphor mouse exercise and did something amazing.

This beautiful and touching obituary detailing the absolutely fascinating life of David’s father Louis. Zichrono livracha.

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 it’s ….

Paper Dorks.

Yes. My favorite kind of dork. But it’s really just one guy.

And some of the lovely presents that arrived in the mail this week.

A handmade rug for the Playground. Another costume. A calendar.

And a fox mask! Brilliant.

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. ANNOUNCEMENT! Not mine! Josiane will be teaching an entry-level Shiva Nata class in Toronto on Monday. It’s pay-what-you-want, and if you are anywhere near Toronto, you should go.

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