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.
Ask Havi #30: preparing for criticism (and hurled shoes)
Note: it is almost impossible to get on the Ask Havi list. This person got in by a. being one of my clients or students, b. flattering the hell out of my duck, and c. making life easy on me by being clear about what the question was and what details I could use.
So I taught this class last week about what to do when shoes are being thrown (when people say hurtful things).
It was a great class. And since there were way more questions than we ever could have gotten to, I want to touch on one that was asked by several people:
“My big shoe-related stuckness is being so afraid of the potential pain of them that it’s very, very hard to move forward on certain necessary projects … which is causing different kinds of stress & strain.
“What can I do when I feel stuck and freaked out in anticipation of shoes — of entering a shoe-heavy space?”
Let’s see if we can help.

Can we just start with how much it sucks to be in a situation where we know there are going to be shoes?
Ugh. Horrible.
It’s hard enough dealing with unexpected shoes, but anticipation and paralyzing fear is just not fun. I’m sorry.
I do have a few suggestions that — depending on your very specific situation — could possibly help come up with plans to deal with some of that fear.
Okay. Creating safety.
Because that’s the most important thing here.
There are all sorts of ways we can try and do this, but this has to be the focus.
Obviously there are always going to be unknown quantities. Things you can’t possibly be prepared for.
Not to mention the known quantities that you can’t do much about — like your hypercritical boss or your snippy in-laws.
While you won’t always be able to ensure a shoe-free environment, there are still things you can do to create a greater sense of safety for yourself.
Examples! Looking at a couple of different situations…
Fear of criticism — shoes from total strangers.
Say you’re starting a blog and you’re worried about people not getting it. Saying mean things.
There are a couple of practical, “in the hard” things you could do to create more of a sense of safety there.
- You can set up comments so they have to be approved.
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You could get a friend to approve them for you once a day so you don’t have to see them. Maybe you trade.
Then after six months or so you can find out how many shoes your friend has deleted for you. My guess is going to be not that many. But hey at least you didn’t have to encounter any of them yourself.
Safety? Now there’s more of it.
- You might also create a comment policy. Or a disclaimer-ey page. Or both. So that it’s very, very clear to potential shoe-throwers what’s cool and what’s not.
Fear of criticism — shoes from people who love you.
You want to write a book or teach a class or sell stuff on Etsy. You want to start doing your thing.
And you’re feeling anxious, anticipating the avalanche of what-ifs and “here are all the ways you might fail” from the people you want to be on your side.
Your friends. Your partner. Your family. Those people.
That’s when it becomes really important to remember that your baby idea is a tiny, sweet thing, and it’s vulnerable.
Which means two things:
- You want to be extremely careful when you choose who gets to know about it and how much they get to know.
- You are going to have to be very clear when you ask for support. Specifically this means saying something like this:
“Honey, I’m guessing that you might have some really helpful suggestions about why this might not work, because you want to protect me. And I really appreciate that you love me and want me to be safe.
And, at the same time, I need to ask you to not give me any constructive criticism on this at the moment, because right now I am feeling very vulnerable.
I need to stay motivated, and what’s going to motivate me — at the moment — is reminders of how smart and tough I am.
At a later date we can talk strategy — right now I’m really needing support and encouragement.”
Fear of criticism — shoes from people who don’t really love you.
People you work with.
People you have to interact with because of stupid, annoying circumstances — not people you would ever willingly invite to your house for dinner.
This is where things can really suck — if you’re in a situation where you just can’t avoid these people and the endless shoe-throwing drama of being around them.
This is where it helps to have a band of allies.
It might be people who carry some sort of symbolic meaning for you — like in Barbara Sher’s trippy ideal family exercise.
- It can be people you know. Yow can count me in on yours.
- Some of your allies will help you come up with smart things to say.
- Some of your allies will serve as reminders that you are loved and adored.
- Some of your allies will be there for moral support and maybe some will be kicking ass for you too.
The point is, you are not alone.
You are not alone.
Even when it really, really feels like you are. We’re all going through this. And we’re all working on our own stuff. We’re in it together.
And then?
You march in there, packing emotional protection — and then you go into scientist mode.
You remind yourself that anything they say is their stuff. That the fact that it bothers you is your stuff. And that you are just there taking notes on this situation for your own personal destuckification process.
You’re learning about your patterns. Where you get hooked. Where you get triggered. Which things you perceive as shoes, which things you don’t, and why.
And then you patch yourself up and drink tea and look at your notes. And make preparations for next time.
And maybe the time after that. For the time — eventually — when none of this will touch you because you will be in sovereignty, which is the state (and spiritual quality) of not giving a damn about stupid shit that other people might say.
Whooo!

I could have ended this post right there, but I have another magic trick thingy that’s so useful that I just have to share.
The invisible mentor.
Everyone needs an invisible mentor. They’re like aikido for shoe-blocking.
It goes like this.
Concerned Annoyed Pushy Person In Your Life: “Oh is that what you’re interested in now? It’s so hard to know what with you changing your mind every two minutes. When are you going to settle down and do something sensible?”
You: “Actually, my artistic mentor is extremely excited about this new direction. We’re not discussing it with outside people while it’s in planning mode, though. I’ll update you on it when it’s something I can talk about.”
Concerned Annoyed Pushy Person In Your Life: “Oh come on, you’re never going to make any money coaching people. How much did you make last year? What are the numbers?”
You: “Well, you know, my business mentor is very firm about me not discussing the numbers with anyone until we hit the target we’re working towards.”
See how that works?
The important thing.
The concerned, annoyed, pushy people in your life are related to your monsters — they mean well, they’re looking out for you, and, at the same time, you’re still hurting from it.
And your invisible mentor is like your Negotiator — the one who can be calm and collected and knows what to say, even when you’re all torn apart.
If you don’t have one, you can go ahead and pretend that I’m yours. Or Selma, if you prefer. I’m sure she’d be great at it.

Comment zen.
We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. It’s a process. We’re in it together, so we don’t give advice but we do empathize and pass the snacks around. Mmmmm. Snacks.
EDIT:
This is weird and cool! After this post, we got a note from Avil Beckford who actually has a website CALLED The Invisible Mentor.
She writes: “Washington State University professor Karen L. Peterson defines (link goes to PDF) an invisible mentor as a unique leader you can learn things from by observing them from a distance.” Super useful. Thanks, Avil.
Very Personal Ads #36: love letter to my business on the occasion of its birthday
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 weekly ritual. Yay, ritual!
A love letter this time.
Because The Fluent Self is celebrating a birthday today. And it feels like kind of a big deal. So I’m writing it a letter.

My dear sweet love,
It is five years today since I knew you existed. A few months later when you first got your real name.
And four years today since we marched into City Hall in San Francisco and made it official.
I felt as though I was holding you in the palm of my hand, trying to grasp how something so fragile and so special could breathe and exist in this world.
Like if someone breathed too hard, you would be gone. Whoosh. A dandelion in a gust of wind.
But I was wrong.
You may have been a tiny, sweet thing, but you were also a force to be reckoned with. So much power. So full of surprises. The best possible birthday present to me. Every single year.
And look at you now.
Your success provides me and Selma and my gentleman friend with a beautiful, safe place to live and everything we need. With a kooky, bizarre, fun, meaningful life.
With this space. This gathering of bright, interesting, silly people who are my people. My right people.
And you care for me as much as I care about you.
And you are pure possibility.
Oh yes. You are my pirate ship and I am your pirate queen. We can go anywhere together, because you are the fastest and — when I am with you — I become the smartest and the silliest and I can imagine anything.
Who would have thought? Not me.
Remember?
Ohmygod.
I knew nothing about business. Nothing.
But you needed to live. And thrive. And do crazy, wonderful things in the world.
Also, I really needed to not live on the street.
And so I learned. We didn’t have any money so I threw myself into reading everything I could get my hands on.
Remember? How many ezine-thingies and online newsletters we devoured? How many stacks of business books from the library?
The classes at the Small Business Association. The freebie teleclasses from various biggifiers. The binders of notes and piles of scribbled ideas.
It was two years before we actually bought anything. A class with Andy. It was awesome. I was too scared to speak during the calls but I took notes on how one day I would teach mine.
I remember.
I remember when I was too embarrassed to hand out business cards without adding oh I’m such a corporate whore sell-out sorry that I have a business card I know it’s gross I’m sorry.
I remember when we’d get six people on a teleclass instead of six hundred.
And when it was terrifying instead of fun.
I remember doing things the hard way. I remember staying up too late and getting up too early.
Forgetting to take care of myself. Forgetting to live by what I wanted to teach.
And of course there were shoes thrown at us. Each time the period of paralyzing fear and agonizing doubt that followed got shorter…
But it took a hell of a long time to even notice that.
We’ve been through a lot of scary together.
Like when we produced the Procrastination Dissolve-o-Matic. It took months. Just the hugest, craziest most intimidating project.
And I was so afraid we’d never finish and I’d have to die of shame. Or possibly of boredom from everyone I met making “oh, are you procrastinating on your procrastination book” jokes.
Then it was done and only a couple of people bought it even though it was on sale for practically nothing (in retrospect possibly because it was on sale for practically nothing).
And my monsters were horrible and bitchy about it:
What’s the point why do you even bother doing anything since no one appreciates it anyway and it probably isn’t even any good and you’re wasting your goddamn liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife.
Except that then the people who had it were getting these amazing results. And changing their lives in cool and completely surprising ways.
It’s now our most popular product by a lot (even though my own personal favorite is still the Emergency Calming Techniques package). So. Just goes to show ya.
Yeah. I know. It was me who was worried. You, my sweet business, you were fine. You were always fine. I’m the one who concocted all the drama. You just did what needed to be done.
Regrets? Sure.
I’ve made some decisions that weren’t the wisest.
I haven’t always been spending as much time on the bridge as I would have liked.
There have been times when I relinquished my sovereignty and let other people or situations run things.
I have cried myself to sleep. I have overworked us into Emergency Vacations. I have screwed up with people and with things and with commitments. I have lost friends.
And we’ve learned.
Thanks to you, I know how to write a terrific apology letter. Goodness knows I’ve had enough opportunities to practice that one.
We’ve been on German television. In the New York Freaking Times. Done Shiva Nata in unlikely and inappropriate places.
And get this — I can now write a killer sales page in under fifteen minutes. Except that I still can’t say “sales page” without having to throw up a little.
So I call them hats. Yes, hats. It stands for Havi’s Announcing a Thing. HAT. But you love me for that so it totally works.
Thank you, my dear.
You. The Fluent Self.
So much more of a bad-ass than I give you credit for. And so much fun.
You can stand up for yourself now. You can talk to me and show me where you want to go. We can have madcap adventures together. Whee!
Here’s to the next five years, honey.
My commitment.
To love you.
To appreciate you.
To take care of myself so we can love each other up for many more years to come.
Thank you for changing every single thing in my life.
And thanks to all of my commenter mice and the Beloved Lurkers and everyone out there who is a part of my business in some way. I love you all too.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
I wanted big forward progress on my Playground project. And got it. Though a lot of it happened in my head rather than on the ground. But that counts too. Good stuff.
And I asked for lots of questions for my teleclass on shoe-throwing. Which I got. In spades. Thanks, guys!
The last thing was about transition rituals for birthdays and such. Got a ton of excellent suggestions. And have been coming up with some of my own. So we’re good. Yay.

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.
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!
- If you live in Portland and you think you might have met my Playground space, please let me know!
- Celebrating with me for this wonderful thing that I want!
What I would rather not have:
- Advices.
Thanks for doing this with me!
Friday Chicken #83: Balkan Burrito Hangover
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? Friday?
I’m a little confused as to how that happened when it was just Friday a couple days ago.
Huh.
The hard stuff
The busy and the tired and the busy-tired.
So it was Dana‘s 50th birthday bash all last weekend.
Which was awesome because we love her. And because practically all our friends were in town.
And it also meant staying up waaaaaaaaay past my bedtime three nights in a row.
Oh, and drinking. And eating burritos. Yes, plural. Not all at once though. And generally wreaking havoc on all possible rituals and routines.
Don’t get me wrong. It was fabulous. And having houseguests was considerably more fun than I’d imagined.
It was just a lot. And my recovery time isn’t what it used to be.
Bleargh.
Tired body. Tired brain.
Not getting to work on my stuff.
This week was so … full.
I taught a bunch of classes. Had a ton of client sessions. And it was all marvelous.
Except that none of the things I wanted to work on got any attention.
Trapped under piles!
I went all Metaphor Mouse on the filing thing and am pretending that it’s pirate treasure mapping.
But I still kind of hate it.
The good stuff
Dana’s birthday weekend.
Seeing lots of friends!
Being incredibly silly.
Running around Portland drinking and carousing and wearing pirate drag!
It was pretty great. And we had friends staying with us. And lots of good food.
And yay. I am most definitely not a party person. But I enjoyed the hell out of the weekend all the same.
Purim!
I was a pirate queen. Which is kind of stupid because I am a pirate queen all the time, anyway.
And Selma (my duck) dressed up as a dragon-monster. And Diki (my dragon-monster) went as a duck.
Good times.
Lots of presents!
Costumes for Selma and my monster from Elizabeth the Bee. A beautiful print from Diane. Something mysterious from my favorite uncle.
Love and wonder and fabulousness.
Lots of stuff happening.
We had several hundred people on the Habits Detective call. And I taught a Shiva Nata class to the Roller Derby team that I sponsor (Guns N Rollers)!
It’s pretty much all fun.
More Roller-Derby-related happinesses.
So Portland’s all-star team Wheels of Justice killed at the Wild West Showdown.
And yeah, these are actual ranked bouts that mean stuff, as opposed to just messing around.
Our girls beat Philly (ranked #6). And we were this close to beating Oly (ranked #1 — and frankly I’d pretty much only been hoping we wouldn’t lose by 200 points or break anyone, so that was incredible too).
And then destroyed the B.A.D. Girls of the Bay Area 154-27.
Portland Roller Derby is kicking ass. And I’m so happy I can’t even stand it.
Non-Emergency Vacation coming up in 3, 2, 1…
The absolute highlights of last year were my two Emergency Vacations. I mean, not the circumstances that resulted in their existence.
But the taking-off-of-time and, you know, not working.
And this year? I’m planning actual time off. I know. Hard to believe.
Strategic mouse! So mid-March I will be gone. And that is very exciting.
And now it’s my weekend.
Which means I get to do lots of nothing while celebrating the anniversary of my business and also of being born.
The plan: go for a ridiculously frou-frou body treatment (something with mud?) and have my gentleman friend make delicious foods (foods!).
And hide. Yay.
Hiding.
And … playing live at the meme beach house!
Yes, that’s a Stuism too.
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?
Balkan Hangover.
Seriously. 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.
This is how I make decisions now.
Or: why I’m not going to SXSW…
So apparently my decision-making methodology has changed completely over the course of a year without me noticing.
All of my criteria are different. The process. The approach. All different.
Weird.
The decision at play: whether or not to go to SXSW.* I totally regretted not going in 2008, and then Selma and I went last year and had a blast.
* South by Southwest, the big interactive conference thingy in Austin where all the blog-ey people and pretty much all my friends and colleagues will be.

What I’ve used to base decisions on in the past.
“Is it good for my business?”
And yeah, going to SXSW last year was great for my business.
The connections I made (and the actual business that resulted from them) more than paid for the price of admission, the plane tickets and the cost of being there.
From a biggification standpoint, it was completely the right thing to do.
Except that I’ve kind of stopped making that my focus.
The question has now been replaced with this:
“Is it good for me?“
Because not everything that is good for my business is good for me.
But (so far, at least) everything that is good for me does good things for my business.
On the other hand, good for me? Not enough of a reason all by itself.
There are lots of things that might be good for me. So how do I know what’s important?

Here’s what I base decisions on now:
Capacity.
This turned out to be my big word last year.
Also my biggest learning curve. And my ow everything hurts.
So we know considerably more now about how much time/space/energy I need to function in the world.
The question last year was “What do I have capacity for? Can I squeeze something else in there?” …
This year it has evolved: “How can I get better at respecting my capacity so that I’m not constantly pushing at the edges?”
Capacity.
Just because I can hold my breath for a long time doesn’t mean that’s what I want to be doing right now. Or every day.
I don’t want to be at capacity. I want space and spaciousness.
Want vs. Should.
The want part is easy.
Obviously I want to spend time with my friends.
Obviously I want to see people I never get to see.
The question is just whether or not this is how I want to see them.
And the should? Oh, there are so many.
Everyone’s going. Blah blah blah. How can you not? Blah blah blah. People will think blah blah blah. And they’ll start to say blah blah blah. And then you’re screwed because blah blah blah.
That’s the monsters talking. I can have a conversation with them. What I’ve learned in the meantime is that the shoulds are louder than the wants.
The life of an HSP (highly sensitive person).
Severe introvert alert!
Now combine that with extreme sensitivity to all sorts of things that don’t seem to bother most of the people I know. Can’t do crowds. Can’t do noise.
Oh, and I’m allergic to conference centers.
So obviously I could do what I did last year, and just not go to any of the actual events. Just hang out with the people I want to see. In increasingly smaller doses.
It’s just that even that was incredibly exhausting and overwhelming. And the recovery was hell.
Recovery time.
Calculating recovery time has become a big thing.
Even for stuff I really, really want to do.
Last year I needed about a week before I was able to come back to myself.
Worth it?
What is the real draw here?
Fun! Fun! Fun! Which is definitely a legitimate thing to care about.
Sharing a house last year with Pam and Naomi and Nathan was outrageously fun.
Just spending more time with Jeff would be reason enough to go again.
Except that it would be way more fun to fly to Arizona and visit him without all the craziness and the stress and the running around.
So what is fun for me?
Being with people I adore. Laughing. Coming up with crazy biggification ideas.
How am I going to get more of that?
The no-brainer solution.
This is Victoria’s thing. What would make this decision a no-brainer?
Well, if I went to SXSW, I’d need a week of scheduled Emergency Vacation afterwards. And I’d need to find a way to avoid all parties or really, groups of more than five or six people.
Or I could not go and have a week of scheduled NON-Emergency Vacation instead. Otherwise known as Strategic Pirate-ey Biggification Time!
And skip the recovery period because it will be its own recovery period.
And make plans to visit friends some other time.
The internal solution.
I’ve been taking Hiro‘s excellent Become Your Own Business Advisor course, and one of the things we’ve been learning to do is to work with symbols that represent what we’re working on.
And when I look at a symbol of SXSW and a symbol of me, I can’t get them to cozy up to each other.
Even when my brain has good arguments for why this would be a really good thing.
And even when I can get on board in every other way. My internal direction is still insisting that this is a big no.

So I’m not going.
I’m figuring out what kinds of things I might have gotten out of it.
If I can get some of them in other, better-for-me ways, yay. And if not, oh well.
And in the meantime, Selma and I are planning our Non-Emergency Vacation. We have useful criteria. And a lot more information than we used to about what we need to stay grounded.
We’re calling it JWNS (Just West No South) and we’ll be visiting beautiful places in Oregon.
Eating cheese. Scribbling madly in notebooks. Going to bed at nine.
And making new decisions. Based on things that are still so completely weird and foreign to me.
Like respecting my capacity. And not being impressed by shoulds.
And trusting that doing stuff that’s good for me is okay.
Item! Ninja Wizardry ACTIVATE!
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.
I was going to come up with a clever title but then the posts I’m Item! -izing this week all have way better titles than anything I could come up with.
Going with my mad Shivanautical mutterings, hanging my head in shame, and then distracting you with bright and shiny links! Whee!
Item! Post No. 56 in a mostly weekly series that really wasn’t supposed to last this long.
Item! The skirt of stars.
Shannon made an “illuminated interactive” skirt.
Oh yes. And now it will drive you crazy that you don’t have one.
“… a hand-sewn tulle wrap skirt with integrated fiber optics and lights that change color in response to the speed and direction of the wearer’s movement.
It uses the Lilypad Arduino platform, developed for integrating electronics into textiles. There’s a purple organza underlayer to the skirt onto which is sewn the Lilypad main circuit board and a power supply, and an accelerometer hangs from a ribbon to allow for freedom of movement. The Lilypad receives the measurements of the accelerometer’s movement, and translates them into color output for the tricolor LEDs around the waistband of the skirt.”
AWESOME.
She’s @spiralshannon on Twitter.

Item! Salty buttery popcorn flavored epiphanies.
This post!
It’s called why I brush my teeth and other body thoughts and it’s full of great.
First she describes Dance of Shiva as “Sudoku for your body”, which is brilliant.
Then she goes all Metaphor Mouse on her life and comes up with the most astonishing things. Also her site is gorgeous.
“I want the structure without the rigidity, the immovability. I don’t want to have to wreck the building if the layout isn’t working. I wrote a bit about it but got stuck and couldn’t figure out what word I needed …
Then suddenly it totally hit me, while walking down the street. Body. “
She’s @SaltyLaura on Twitter.

Item! Whack-a-mole and the People Pleasing Autobahn.
I adore Lynn. And the titles she comes up with for blog posts.
This one about patterns, stucknesses and Shivanautical epiphanies was just terrific.
“I’ve just wrapped up one of the toughest weeks of my life. I don’t read my horoscope any more, but I’m sure it said something like gemini, your work life is going to be a giant ball of SUCK all week, so eat your Wheaties.”
Oh, and she also has a video post called What’s the metaphor, Kenneth. On wanting to work on them.
I don’t normally watch many videos. But she’s just so … her. And charming. And right there. LOVE. And if you have ideas for her metaphorizing, bring it on!
She’s @humanbeingblog on Twitter.

Item! The golden hour.
A lovely post from Briana about ritual, paying attention and making changes.
“Which makes it pretty clear why my old habit of opening my eyes and immediately peering into my blackberry to check for grenades was such a bad idea.
Bonjour anxiety! Wanna hang out with me today?
Maybe this information isn’t new, but receiving it through the right filter made a huge difference. Even though I knew it didn’t work for me to dive into the internet first thing, there was still too much check-check-checking. And then things would get all fuzzy and squonchy. Yes, squonchy.”
She’s @BrianaAldrich on Twitter.

Item! Let me google that for you.
You know when people ask you questions that can be easily answered by googling the thing? It’s Dear Lazy Web, but without even bothering to use the web.
So you google it for them because you’re too nice to say I don’t know, why don’t you google it?
Luckily, now you can send people to a site called let me google that for you.
It’s genius. Get this. You put your question into the googles, click the search button, press go and voila. It searches google for you.
Like, it types in the question for you, presses search for you and then asks, “There, was that so hard?”
If you don’t find this hysterically funny, I don’t know what to say.
It’s like a less complicated version of this. Or a less insulting version of this.
Found via the excellent @josephpred on Twitter. Thanks also to @jesscyn for cracking me up.

Item! I’m making a giant bubble wand.
And just as I decided that, bam! This showed up.
Also Hiro posted about bubbles and that was pretty perfect too.

Item! Update from the land of the Peculiar & Hilarious Shivanauts!
The “peculiar and hilarious” thing comes from Melynda’s sweet bit about Butterfly Wishes.
I taught a Shiva Nata class for Guns N Rollers (the Roller Derby team that I am obsessive about sponsor.
Secret Wacky Yoga Brain Training Ninja Wizardry ACTIVATE!
And of course we had the Dust off the DVD teleclass last week which was great fun.
Then I wrote about some more epiphanies I had.
And Rachael wrote a gorgeous post called the dance is the epiphany.
Basically it was a good week to be a Shivanaut. Spring is coming and we’re dancing out old patterns and dancing in new ones and it’s crazy and joyful and intense.

Item! Comments! Here’s what I want this time:
- Things you’re thinking about.
- Things to not do on my birthday.
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. Unless you’re Claire who gets a happy everything but no blustering. She likes it balmy. See you tomorrow.