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.
My year without email. Part 2.
Yes. This is the follow-up to Part 1 which was all about the things that were hard, challenging, stressful and annoying about being on email sabbatical.
This time it’s about the good parts. And yeah, there are good parts. I mean, there must have been, since it’s been fifteen months I’m never going back.
So in case I depressed the hell out of you last time, here’s where things start to look up.
The good, the reassuring, the stuff that — amazingly, eventually — worked.
Email sabbatical solves inbox zero.
It takes you off the rollercoaster of crazy because for you, there is no inbox. Wrap your head around that.
Anyway, it deguiltified my life by about 90%.
It makes you get your systems down. You nail them.
When you are paying someone vast sums of money to respond to everything that comes in, you find yourself doing everything in your power to make sure stuff doesn’t come in.
You make sure that your FAQ pages answer every possible question. You find the holes. You fill the holes. Everything has to work.
Smartest thing I ever did was to hire Cairene to help me with this. She’s a genius at transforming scary, boring (or kind of non-existent) systems into ones that are organic, supportive, loving and fun. Systems!
It took a while but it was totally worth it. Crap was sorted. Miracles happened.
We went from getting hundreds and hundreds of requests a day to … really not that many at all.
The snail mail!
So many people send me actual letters now. And cards. And fan-socks. Real things. It’s brilliant.
The new generation.
Now that it’s been more than a year, there are so many people in my Fluent Self-ey world who just completely take the sabbatical for granted.
They know. I don’t do email. That’s just how it is. They aren’t even slightly offended. It’s wonderful.
A lot of people were really understanding.
For every person who threw a fit or “had a growth period” about not being able to reach me (as Hiro so sweetly put it), there were many other people who really got it.
They understood that this was something I needed to do for me, and that it wasn’t at all about me not adoring them.
And we worked on finding other ways to stay connected.
Having an extra two hours in your day.
It’s a little like always having cash in your pocket after you quit smoking.
Whenever I go for a afternoon walk or take a nap or mess around on a project, it’s because of Email Sabbatical. I love email sabbatical.
No shoes.
Shoes, if you’re not familiar with the term, refers to people saying mean things about you.
It still happens. But I don’t have to deal with it because I don’t see it.
Not interacting with people throwing shoes at me means not having to build all that processing-and-recovery time into my schedule. Because even if you delete a shoe, it still hurts.
Less taking on of other people’s stuff = less stress.
Indeed.
Having to clarify what you do and don’t want to see is useful and interesting.
Normally you don’t get a chance to think about what kinds of things you want to see during the day.
And the thing is, as soon as you have to make decisions on stuff, email sabbatical stops being email sabbatical.
Everything got better once I got clear on what I don’t need to see.
Most things.
At first we had ten thousand rules about how to evaluate things and what to do in different situations.
Trying to keep track was exhausting, so eventually we threw them all out and made one general Do Not Disturb Sign Havi Doesn’t Really Want To Be Asked About Things Rule, which is basically this:
If people are happy, thank them and put it in the Folder of Appreciation and Wonderfulness where I’ll see it later, when I’m in the mood for it. If people are unhappy, acknowledge their pain.
If someone wants to have dinner with me and it’s not Johnny Depp, I can’t.
Setting boundaries is healthy.
It’s also painful, scary and hard — but once you do it, you have all this room for you.
Boundaries exist for a reason. To create space. And safety. And quiet. And establish those areas that are yours and where you have sovereignty.
The thing I keep learning the hard way is that respecting your own boundaries is — weirdly — also a way of respecting other people’s boundaries.
I’m still really new at this one, so all I can say is that it’s a good thing that’s also a challenging thing.
Conclusions?
That was my year without email.
Which has basically turned into my life without email.
It’s a lot like when I quit sugar ten years ago.
That first month? Torture. Hell on wheels. After six months, though, there was no going back.
And here we are.
Comment zen for today …
Touchy topic, I know. And this is not in any way meant to be a “this is how you should do things” post.
Here’s what I’d love:
- your thoughts on process, systems, capacity, interacting with making changes.
- other things about transitioning and boundaries.
- support for doing something challenging and hard.
Here’s what I’d rather not have:
- Explanations of why email actually is really great or why it’s necessary. I’m not anti-email. I’m not anti-you-doing-email. I’m just anti-situations-in-which-Havi-has-to-do-email.
- Shoulds about how I really ought to have handled things differently.
Love, as always, to the commenter mice and all my Beloved Lurkers. And thanks for the fan socks!
Very Personal Ads #40: the brewing of fun begins
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. Yay, ritual!
Let’s do it.
Thing 1: support with FUNBREWING
Here’s what I want:
The great fun-brewing project starts this week!
Fun-brewing is what I call “fund-raising”, because everything about fund-raising makes me want to throw up.
So we are brewing fun. And we are brewing it for the new Playground. Yes, Selma and I are opening a studio to give this work a home in physical space.
As part of the fun-brewing, we will be brunching (yes, that’s what we call “launching” — borrowed that lovely turn of phrase from the blonde chicken) many things.
In fact, nine different wonderful things will be brunched.
So it’s kind of a busy, semi-crazed time here at the pirate queen headquarters. Understatement.
What I’d like is support, in as many forms as possible.
Support in the sense of staying connected to myself and my fabulously bizarre mission.
And in accessing the qualities I need (grounding, peace of mind, sovereignty).
The support of my friends, colleagues, students, clients, blog readers, commenter mice and Beloved Lurkers cheering for me, and helping me to biggify the hell out of this.
The support of knowing and trusting that this is an extremely awesome thing to do, that will help so many of my right people do important, beautiful and surprising things in the world.
And I’d like to be able to rest into this sense of support so I don’t get overwhelmed.
Ways this could work:
Lots and lots of Shiva Nata to keep me centered and to keep the epiphanies rolling.
I can book an extra session with the magical Hiro. That always does the most amazing things.
I can work on asking for help. And share what I’m working on, which I don’t always remember to do.
And I can stay in touch with the essence of what I’m trying to do here.
My commitment.
To let myself have a meltdown if I need one.
To breathe. To dance. To walk. To move. To stretch. To cry. To laugh.
To not try and go it alone.
To be patient with myself when I can, and remember that patience isn’t always going to happen when I can’t.
Thing 2: Iguanas.
Here’s what I want:
Iguanas are things I don’t feel like doing.
There are kind of a lot of them this week.
Ways this could work:
Talk to my monsters.
Make lists.
Call an emergency Drunk Pirate Council to make some decisions (even though stupid passover means we can only drink wine, which is totally ruining Drunk Pirate Council, for the record).
More Dance of Shiva. More asking for help. More staying focused.
Plus a bunch of other things I can’t think of right now because aaaaaaaaaaaaagh.
Is there an iguana fairy? Because I could kind of use one.
My commitment.
To keep coming back to why I’m doing this.
To keep asking what I need to stay grounded.
To get creative. To ask for help.
Thing 3: Vancouver.
Here’s what I want:
Selma and I are going to be in Vancouver next week for a couple days.
We have pretty much zero time to plan anything because of the fun-brewing madness going on.
So I need stuff to kind of fall into place.
And, every time I go somewhere, everyone I know there wants to meet up with me and I either go into hiding or have an emotional breakdown.
Ways this could work:
We’ve already gotten a ton of hotel recommendations from the Twitter bar.
I could ask Karen to come hang out with me at the best cafe in the world (of glorrrrrious day fame), and then we could announce a casual meet-up with whoever wanted to drop by and say hi.
Magic.
My commitment.
To give myself permission to not have to worry about this (not that this has ever worked before, but what the hell).
To activate my network, as my lovely friend Pam says.
To state my wish for things to go as smoothly and comfortably as they can. And then to come back to the stuff that needs my attention right now.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
I asked for help keeping up with the napping. And — astonishingly — it mostly happened. Some days it couldn’t because of client calls and such.
But just about every day I was able to at least close my eyes for half an hour. And that was brilliant.
I needed help catching up with all the mad piles of work that accumulated during Non-Emergency Vacation. And that worked too.
My First Mate and I plowed through the biggest, scariest pile. There are still a couple of unfinished things, but feeling okay about this.
And I needed pesach to not be the biggest pain in the ass ever, and yay. My gentleman friend set up the seder plate and cooked the entire meal for the seder.
It was beautiful and delicious and all I had to do was show up.
And he’s been spoiling me all week with kneidelach and other yum things. I feel enormously lucky. Thank you!
Comments. Since I’m already asking …
I am adding to my practice of asking by being more specific about what I would like to receive in the comments.
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:
- 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.
- Advices.
My commitment.
I am committing to getting better at asking for things even when asking feels weird.
Thanks for doing this with me!
Friday Chicken #87: I’m not saying it out loud though
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.
Seriously? I’m pretty sure it was just Friday last week.
Is it more or less embarrassing when your mindfulness practice bites you on the ass?
Let’s do this!
The hard stuff
Projects!
I mean, treasure hunts.
Yes, that does make them sound more fun.
But it was still a lot.
Ketchup.
Being back after my Non-Emergency-Vacation was full of here are all the things that need to be done right this second.
And I wasn’t in the mood. And didn’t have time because of pesach and clients and and and.
Nightmares!
Stupid PMS.
Stop waking me up!
Possibly related: aaaaaaaaaaaagh.
Oh, the hyper-sensitivity is getting even more stabby.
It’s also that season when people reach for their lawnmowers and hedge-trimmers, and I go a little crazy.
The farfel crisis, round 2.
Last year, if you will recall, there was no farfel to be had in all of Portland. And it was slightly tragic. In a pitiful, unimportant way. Which only made things worse.
This year, we stocked up early.
But it’s been repackaged. And all wrong. And now the farfel tubes are full of farfel dust.
The good stuff
Things are moving!
Three big HATs are written.*
And edited decorated.
Which means that my big thing will probably actually go live mostly according to schedule. Oddly enough.
* HAT = Havi Announces a Thing. This is what other people call “sales pages”.
My designer is a GENIUS.
But you know that already.
Seriously, every time I look at the Monster Coloring Book, I have to stop everything and just laugh delightedly for ten minutes.
Everything blooms.
Cherry blossoms! Apple blossoms! Magnolia! Lilacs!
It is unbelievably gorgeous here.
Favorite time of year!
The seder. Was gorgeous.
As much as I bitch about pesach, I actually really like it.
Skhug.
There are all sorts of things I miss about living in Israel.
You know, like all my friends. And family. And my neighborhood. And my life.
But mostly it’s the skhug.
Got some this week. Tongue: on fire. Rest of me: deliriously happy.
Yes, I realize I could just make it. But it’s one of those things.
Lucky me.
I got to see Dick Carlson (that’s @techherding to you) who stalks my duck.
And he brought her a book. About pirates and swashbuckling and ghosts. It was pretty awesome.
Referring to people as “dirty-jawed crotchcake”. In my head.
That’s thanks to this extremely handy, extremely disturbing funny mean names generator (uh, not safe for work?) which is exactly what it sounds like comes to you care of Jenny the inimitable Bloggess (not really safe for anything but I love her).
It also came up with twinkie-livered snizzwiper and camel-bearded fruitsmoker. Oh, bless that internet.
And yes, anyone who doesn’t think this is awesome is a dirty-jawed crotchcake. See how much fun?
Got some more of these.
Flannel handkerchiefs that don’t make your nose red.
And … playing live at the meme beach house!
Yes, that’s a Stuism.
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?
WOMBAT HAT
Weirdly, it’s just one guy.
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 weekend. And a happy week to come.
Turns out Metaphor Mouse doesn’t like “projects” either. So there.
Background: the metaphor technique is something I’ve adapted from Suzette Haden Elgin‘s teachings. It’s a terrific tool for destuckifying.
We play with this one at the Kitchen Table and some of my wacky events. It’s mainly an excuse for me to make my “What’s a meta for?” joke, but the results are seriously great.
It’s also how I discovered that I work on a pirate ship. Which helped me with my hackers. And my fear of being beautiful.
More recently we turned my horrid Tickler file into an Iguana Watcher’s Guide And we turned “doing taxes” into a Secret Money Cave where I visit my treasures, take notes in my Pirate Log and make a Tribute to the lands that allow me access to their fair harbours.
Let’s do this thing.
Metaphor Mouse Chicken Iguana Pirate Troll powers ACTIVATE!
Aaargh. Projects. Unpacking the metaphor.
The situation:
I’m currently working on about a hundred projects. Which means I use the word project. A lot.
And I don’t even like it. Plus, projects have tasks and I absolutely cannot stand tasks.
So when I start messing with iguanaccountability, I’m already losing steam.
Cinderella does not like her tasks. Or her stupid projects.
This must be a job for … Metaphor Mouse!
* As always, this is is just me yelling I AM METAPHOR MOUSE to the song I am Iron Man. Yes. Still.
Unpacking my CURRENT relationship with this. (PROJECT = ?)
What are the qualities, aspects and attributes of the thing that isn’t working (including what *is* working — if anything)?
[+ should]
[+ stress]
[+ big]
[+ unmanageable]
[+ needs to get done]
[+ sometimes exciting and invigorating]
[+ proud (look at me, doing a project!]
[+ responsibility]
[+ hard to get a handle on]
[+ doesn’t always have clear boundaries]
[+ can be fulfilling]
[+ but not necessarily]
[+ tired]
[+ heavy]
[+ weight of the world on my shoulders]
[+ hard to access support]
[+ lonely]
[+ dark, with patches of light]
Reminds me of?
It’s like wandering through a forest, trying to gather all sorts of …. things that have to be gathered.
And I have these heavy packs on my back and am carrying all these baskets.
Plus I’m not even sure where I’m going or how to get there or if I’m ever going to get there. But for whatever reason I’m still not able to stop.
Learning more about my IDEAL metaphor (X = ?)
What sort of qualities, aspects and feelings does the thing I want contain?
[+ clarity]
[+ sovereignty]
[+ confidence]
[+ light]
[+ support]
[+ exciting]
[+ invigorating]
[+ happy]
[+ energy]
[+ container]
[+ clear boundaries]
[+ ritual]
[+ transitions]
[+ fun]
[+ support (not alone)]
[+ people are happy for me when it’s done]
[+ valuable]
[+ anticipation]
[+ yay]
Reminds me of?
Oooh! Ooh! it’s a TREASURE HUNT.
It’s kind of a game, so I don’t have to take it too seriously.
But it’s fun so if I want to get crazy invested in it, I can.
And I choose to be a part of it. And other people are helping me.
The things I need to do may require work, but they are clearly defined. It’s not this big amorphous thing.
And if a “task” is an element of a project, a bite sized piece, then the corresponding part of a treasure hunt would be a clew.
Or maybe it’s more like one of Lucy’s missions.
What do you think, Metaphor Mouse? Are we at metaphor?
I love this. LOVE LOVE LOVE.
What needs to happen next?
Taking forty five minutes to figure out what I know about the next clue in my treasure hunt.
And how do we make it more fun?
I want:
- people to celebrate with when a chunk of this gets done
- strategizing
- laughter
- to remember the light-heartedness of this, and let that mix with my passion for the thing I want to happen.
Play with me? Comment zen for today.
You are more than welcome to do your own Metaphor Mousing on something you’re working on.
Or to celebrate with me and join my treasure hunt.
And, as always: we let people have their own experience, and we don’t give advice (unless someone specifically asks for it).
Whee! No more projects! No more TASKS.
Come play.
*puts on treasure-hunting hat*
Item! Tiny iguana cookies.
A somewhat goofy mini-collection of stuff I’ve been reading, stuff I’ve been thinking about and oh, some completely random crap.
Basically the stuff that never gets mentioned here because I’m not the kind of person who can just make some teeny little point. Not into the whole brevity thing, as the Dude would say.
Actually, I’m under the strict compulsion to write ten pages about anything on my mind. So this is me. Practicing brevity.
Don’t ask.
Item! Post No. 58 in a semi-ongoing sometimes Wednesday series that mostly keeps me from going crazy but sometimes also adds to me going crazy.
Item! Shifts and transitions!
Item! Shifts and transitions!
Josiane writes. Many smartnesses ensue.
“Interestingly, while I don’t feel like those issues are resolved, it feels like they’re no longer as relevant as they were before – as if I had somehow sidestepped the problem, or as if they didn’t fit in my new reality.”
She’s @kimianak on Twitter.
Item! Monster Chart.
Yes, this is a monster chart.
Which is useful. Though it doesn’t list the kind that don’t eat cookies.
Also, I approve of anything called chart porn.
Item! I have a crush on this seder plate.
Yes. This one.
Except that I already have the most gorgeous seder plate in the world.
And collecting? Probably not going to happen. So I just gaze from afar and admire.
Item! The anti-crisis loop
Only the wonderful Cairene could come up with an anti-crisis loop. And then map one out for the locals.
“Oh, and no agenda. The Anti-Crisis Loop is about spontaneity – not planning or problem solving. Goodness knows your crisis is demanding plenty of that from you – and this is about taking a break from it.”
She’s @thirdhandworks on Twitter.
Item! This might be my new favorite website
Oh his site is stunning.
It’s Corduroy Audio.
Just look at this contact me page. The music is lovely too. Really, I just want to move into his website.
He’s @JackCorduroy on Twitter.
Item! Ducks in a German castle!
Yes. Well.
I don’t know what else to say but it’s fabulous.
And good to know that I’m not the only one who obsesses over ducks. Actually, I do not obsess over ducks but I am madly in love with one specific duck.
Via Cindy who is @CindyMorefield on Twitter.
Item! Ballast monster!
Everyone needs one.
Apparently.
This is the wonderful Lindsay, finding hers.
“Because no sooner had we asked, than the boat was being magically lifted, James-and-the-Giant-Peachwise, by hundreds of samba-butterfly-crew butterflies each attached to a gossamer thread”
She’s @gurubody on Twitter.
Item! A kerfuffle! And some shoes.
We talk a lot on the blog about the throwing of shoes (when someone says something mean) and our reactions to said perceived shoes.
This is an instance of someone taking the time to answer the shoe-throwers in a clear, determined way.
And it’s super interesting.
“Be creative. Be resourceful. Care about the past, and rethink things for the future. Don’t be a jerk.”
That’s @yarnzombie on Twitter. Found via Sally who is @sally_j.
Item! Ezra Pound Cake.
I followed Yarn Zombie to Ezra Pound Cake.
A woman with a master’s degree in English literature who became a baker. You already love this, right?
The pictures are delicious. Even if you don’t eat cake. Which I don’t.
Her real name is Rebecca Crump and she’s @ezrapoundcake on Twitter.
Item! My latest obsession. Something about raindrops.
Yes. Raindrops.
You make music with them. Kind of.
Do this when the internet makes you crazy. And then take a nap.
Seriously. This is almost as great as those singing horses (remember?).
Got this from Leonie who is @goddessleonie on Twitter.
Item! Update from the land of the Peculiar & Hilarious Shivanauts!
The “peculiar and hilarious” thing comes from Melynda’s sweet bit about Butterfly Wishes.
Frank — bless his beautiful, nutty heart — made a digital Dance of Shiva widget for Apple’s dashboard. AWESOME.
We had a post from Elle called Watermelon Static, and a post from Char about sleeping. And I wrote about gaps and the finding of them.
Frank is @elimossinary, and Char is @CharsFirstStep.
Item! Comments! Here’s what I want this time:
- Things you’re thinking about.
- Reassurance that Pesach will actually be over at some point, eventually, because this happens every single year. But not recipes. I have those. Just reassurances.
- Excitements for my Monster Coloring Book which is ridiculously close to done.
My commitment.
I am committed to giving time and thought to the things that people say. Even though asking for what I want still feels awkward for me, I’m just going to remind myself that this is a thing I’m practicing.
That is all.
Happy reading.
And happy Blustery Windsday. See you tomorrow.