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.

Item! I’m not even here! Whoah.

Fluent Self Item!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.

Selma and I are away in Monterey teaching our Destuckification Retreat* so we weren’t really on the internets that much. Luckily we always have a surplus of excellent things wanting to be Itemized.

And yes, I totally wrote this in advance.

Also, some of the Items (Item!) are kind of long because I had to make up for last week’s extra-brevity edition.

*Retreeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaat! Advaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance! Run awaaaaaaaaaaay!

Item! Post No. 51 in a series whose existence sometimes kind of gets on my nerves but I do it anyway because I really like shouting Item!

Item! Someone actually kind of understands what I do!

When your duck is famous, you tend to run into all sorts of stuff about yourself on the internet.

Some of it is sweet. Some of it is mean. Some of it is just bizarre.

But a lot of the time I get the sense that people kind of have no idea what my work is about. They’re describing bits of the elephant but it comes out all wrong.

Like people will say, “Havi is a social media expert who writes about communication” and then I want to go and cry, even though yeah, I do sometimes write about communication.

Whatever. As long as no one calls me a “thought leader” (eeeeeeeew), I’m mostly fine.

But you cannot even imagine how overjoyed I was to come across this post because this wonderful person figured out what I do.

“Here’s the thing. Havi talks about the hard and stuck stuff that keeps us spinning our wheels and driving ourselves crazy with negative self talk about what losers we feel like because we can’t make any headway with our thing or lack of a thing.

And she does it in a way that honors and respects the Hard without making you feel like a total, useless freak because you have a HARD and ARE stuck.”

Best Twitter name ever? @wulfshado.

Item! Doing it right on Etsy.

I like Etsy. I like having a way to support artists and fabulous craft-ey people of a variety of stripes while getting gorgeous hand-made things.

It’s where I buy presents for people. And where I get stuff for Hoppy House.

But I’m almost always wanting to rewrite people’s intro “about the store” paragraph.

So often it’s either not that interesting or it doesn’t make any reference to a website or a twitter stream. Which is important because I want a way to not forget about this person when I’m on Etsy.

This particular Etsy shop is called Fab Gabs Vintage and I love the way she introduces it:

“It was half-past one, and I was just thinking about the lunch counter when SHE walked in. Now I’m telling you, this dame was trouble.

“Detective,” she said “I’m looking for something.”

Right away, I knew I couldn’t help her. I pulled a business card out of my desk.

“Fabgabs.etsy.com” she read.

“That’s right. She’s a swell gal with all the dresses and hats and shoes you could ask for, she…” I suddenly realized I was talking to nobody. Trouble had walked right back out my door.

One if these days I’ll have to stop giving referrals.”

She’s @FabGabsVintage on Twitter and I didn’t even have to do any work to figure that out.

Item! Paypal horror story.

Okay, this hardly counts as an Item (Item!) because paypal horror stories are a dime a dozen.

But still.

A good reminder of why it’s useful to have more than one source of where the monies come from.

As much as I dislike every shopping cart software I’ve ever worked with, and as big a headache as it was to get my own merchant account a few years ago, still better than this:

“We had to add from our own money to pay the developers and now won’t see our money from it until end of May.

During one of my support calls I asked the “specialist” if there was any way I could have prevented my account from being limited because of the higher transaction rate.

For example, perhaps I could contact them and notify in advance of the upcoming sale. The answer was a definitive NO.”

Lovely.

Item! How to say stupid things about social media.

A wonderfully written post with a depressingly terrible comments section (avoid! avoid!).

It’s by Cory Doctorow (from Boing Boing) and I really appreciated it. And read the whole thing despite the fact that I generally avoid anything about social media. Other than, you know, social media. But reading about it. Ugh.

This was great though.

“Criticizing the “banality” of Facebook conversation is as trite and ignorant as criticising people who talk about the weather. There’s a reason we say “Did you sleep well?” at breakfast and “How was your weekend?” when we turn up to the office on Monday (and it’s not that we care about the weekend or the rest).”

He’s @doctorow on Twitter.

Item! Traveling Teeth Follow Rumors of Home…

“As the dentist examined my mouth, probing my gum line with the delicate precision of an ant in a sugar bowl, he said: ‘Your teeth are moving.’

I mumbled: ‘Mrrtgwoof?'”

Hiro talks about restlessness, wandering, patterns and the vibration of home. An excellent post.

She’s @HiroBoga on Twitter.

Item! Everything sounds better with of Doom on the end.

My friend Nathan pointed out that everybody loves things that are “of Doom!”

I have been testing this theory and ohmygosh he’s right.

Thai Food of Doom! Extreme Sex Toys of Doom! Broken Carburetors of Doom! Doomsday Signs of Doom!

Blooming Tulips of Doom! I forgot to take my Vitamins of Doom! I’m going to have a pint of the Stout of Doom!

Yup.

He’s @NathanBowers on Twitter and he was my first real Twitter friend. Ah, those were the days.

Item! Chaos, Entropy, Meet Cosmos.

Loved loved loved this post from Lisa Firke about her, uh, creative approach to filing.

“For my personal papers I used to keep just two file boxes, Chaos and Entropy, but I’ve recently thought of adding a third, Cosmos.”

Fascinating.

She’s @HitThoseKeys on Twitter and she’s awesome.

Item! Update from the land of the Peculiar & Hilarious Shivanauts!

The “peculiar and hilarious” thing comes from Melynda’s sweet bit about Butterfly Wishes.

New date for the next hey, ask me stuff about Dance of Shiva and maybe even dust off your DVD no-cost teleclass thing. You can leave questions in the comments and I’ll do what I can.

Item! Comments! Here’s what I want this time:

  • Things you’re thinking about.
  • What you think when you hear the words “Monarch butterfly grove” because ohmygod a Monarch butterfly grove.

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. Or a Balmy one. If you need one. I wouldn’t mind one. Because of the butterflies. Anyway. See you tomorrow.

Very Personal Ads #30: destuckifying by the ocean edition.

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. Yay, ritual!

Let’s do this thing.

Thing 1: For my blog to not completely die on me.

Here’s what I want:

I’m in Monterey, California teaching at my Destuckification Retreat.

So obviously this is my entire day every day all week. Which means I can’t write blog posts.

And of course I didn’t plan ahead. I mean, I thought about it but things were crazy busy and blah blah et cetera.

Now it’s time to make some decisions.

Ways this could possibly work:

Hmmm.

I could post some Unpublished stuff that I’ve written but never put up for whatever reasons.

Or some Shivanautical posts.

The Item! post is already done and the Friday Chicken will pretty much write itself. Chicken!

So it’s probably not going to be as complicated as it is in my head.

My commitment.

To let my gentleman friend decide what should get posted or not posted.

To not have to edit everything obsessively.

To love this space and everyone who is a part of it.

To recognize my own shoulds and interact with them at my own pace.

To acknowledge that I do love the regular practice of interacting with this space and that I really don’t want to go on blog vacation so I’m just not going to.

But that I also don’t have to write or create this week either.

Thing 2: follow-up.

Here’s what I want:

I record everything I teach.

With video (just of me, yes?) and audio. And back-up.

Because every once in a while I say the most genius things ever and so it’s useful to have this stuff so it doesn’t get forgotten and my people can use that information later.*

* Obviously I don’t ever share the video or audio — I just use it to gather ideas and concepts.

Theoretically.

But then I never upload it to my laptop. Or if I do, I don’t do anything with it.

I want a practice of organizing these files, remembering that they exist, getting transcriptions, going over them with a highlighter …

And for this practice to not take over my entire life.

Ways this could work:

Uh.

??????????

Maybe I’ll hire Cairene to help me work out a Useful System.

Maybe my gentleman friend can take it over.

Maybe …

Oh, I don’t know. I’m open to miraculous things that aren’t complicated and annoying.

My commitment.

To consider different options.

To laugh.

To give this time. After all, a couple of years ago, this whole thing would have completely freaked me out.

Thing 3: quiet. And peace of mind.

Here’s what I want:

For no one to have emergencies while I’m gone.

For the group leaders at the Kitchen Table to keep tabs on things.

For stuff to work. Smoothly. Effortlessly. Without me being around to take care of things.

Ways this could work:

Magic?

Trust?

It just could?

My commitment.

To remember that my business isn’t a baby anymore, and that it’s totally earned the right to borrow the car keys.

To breathe. To dance. To cry. To trust when I can and ask for help when I can’t.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

Okay. I wanted to make good use of the Iguanability Deguiltified Chicken Board thing and boy did I ever.

I posted stuff every single day and it was awesome. I seriously credit everything I got done this week to the Iguanas.

We also posted a VPA for Riin who wanted someone to take her metal clay and gemstones and stuff. I peeked at her blog and it looks like there were some likely takers so yay. I hope.

And I wanted restfulness. Which I’ve been working on with my Thirty Days of Relaxation practice and it’s been addictive and fabulous.

Also I did mad Dance of Shiva all week — really, really badly — and had moments of bing all over the place and it was the happy.

So wow. Good stuff on all of these. That’s terrific.

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!

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 #77: battle of the fake bands

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.

Selma and I are in Monterey, California.

But we just got here so you won’t hear about it until next week.

Anyway.

Friday!

The hard stuff

Ack ick oof argh stumble trip. Monday!

Shakes fist at Monday.

Monday was full of horrible.

Oh the hellishness of Things Going Ridiculously Wrong.

Systems not working. Scheduling mishaps. Connections not connecting.

Resulting in?

Me missing a client call because I didn’t know I had one. Which has never happened. In five years.

Our shopping cart charging someone for something [super expensive] she’d already paid for.

Me feeling really, really, bad about all of this.

Oh and finding out about a huge calculation mistake that’s far too complicated to explain here but basically means I’m paying a lot of money for nothing and this was, of course, completely avoidable.

Also, please note that all these things happened on Monday.

My gentleman friend had a massive computer meltdown.

Which was disastrous.

Because I count on him doing big chunks of work to keep me from having an emotional breakdown.

Also because right when you’re about to leave town for a couple weeks is not really the best time to go pooter-shopping.

Stupid timing.

Misunderstandings!

Are the worst.

I spent most of this week sorting out various things that fall into this category.

And then feeling bad about them. Lovely.

The good stuff

Roller Derby!

The new season finally started and we went to the first bout! With Danielle and Cairene!

And Guns N Rollers beat the High Rollers, and then (sob) lost to the Breakneck Betties but not by much.

Basically, life is good again. DERBY!

And since my Shivanauts are sponsoring my favorite team, I have a good excuse to wear derby drag and scream my head off. Awesome.

Finally started learning the Charleston.

This will be improving my Betty Boop imitation considerably.

I’m sure we will be hearing more about this in future chickens.

The relaxings!

You know how I started this Thirty Days Of Relaxations thing because I totally don’t like being relaxed?

I’m getting hooked.

The past few days I’ve been catching myself looking forward to my hour of being relaxed. It’s EXCELLENT.

The retreat!

Excited mouse! This is me.

Seven whole days of teaching my techniques and doing wackiness and doing liquid math (I mean, Dance of Shiva) to extremely inappropriate music.

With my duck and seventeen of the most amazing people ever.

All while wearing a tiara. It’s going to be a really good week. And it all starts this weekend!

Small miracles.

Were needed. And happened. In good timing.

Leeks!

The gentleman friend doing brilliant things with the foods.

Again.

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 we have two bands in competition to be the Fake Band Of The Week. It’s like a face-off. Or Battle of The Fake Bands.

Anyway. It’s going to either:

Sickeningly Creamy

or

The Bill Stickers Project

Either way. The thing with both of these bands is that it’s really just one guy.

And … STUISMS.

Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who delights in torturing me misunderstanding me. Stupid Stu is broken and I need to get his mic fixed and I still haven’t found my file of Stuisms past. This sucks.

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.

Iguanability #2: Havi’s dancing the Charleston with an Iguana wearing a top hat chicken.

Explanation please?

Iguanability is short for Iguanaccountability, which is what happens when you get deguiltified accountability with your iguanas.

Iguanas are the [stupid, crappy, annoying] things you don’t feel like doing.

Doing this iguanability thing is a reminder that it’s completely normal to avoid stuff you don’t feel like doing and that you are a lovely person despite not wanting to do them.

So it’s like a special iguana chicken where we use this blog as to get acknowledgment and cheering while working on our iguanas. And even if we don’t do the thing, we know that we are still loved and adored.

This whole thing is my friend Karen‘s fault: she came up with the Inowanna Iguana

It just gets more complicated from there so I’m going to stop explaining now.

But just to be clear, that’s the iguana wearing the top hat (not me), and it’s a chicken in which there is a top hat, not a top hat chicken.

My first thing that doesn’t want to be done yet:

A rough draft TOC (table of contents) for a new product I’m working on messing around with.

Reminding myself why I’m wanting to do it now:

This is exactly the right time. I will feel so much better once there’s some sort of outline.

Making it easier on myself by:

Giving myself permission to do the Barbara Sher version which is the five minute “do it really badly” scrawl where you totally lose points if it sounds at all coherent at the end.

Resistance coming up says:

“But you have so many things to do that are more important than this and how can you possibly justify thinking about something you this big when you’re about to go off to California to teach for a week?

And there’s so much pressure because you have to get this exactly right and couldn’t you just do one of the other seventeen hundred things that need your immediate attention?”

Me saying to resistance:

“Mmmmm. I see.

You’re feeling worried that I will get distracted from what’s important, and you also want to know that I’m going to do it right.

Okay. I’m wondering if it might be useful to really limit the time on this one. To do five minutes of scribbling and five minutes of moving stuff around.

Then we could hand it over to some of my students to get some initial feedback, and I won’t worry about it until we’re back.”

Commitment:

I will make fifteen minutes for this.

I will wrap this fifteen minutes in good things at both ends.

We’ll do shiva spirals first to fabulously inappropriate music. And when the fifteen minutes are up there will be tea.

Additionally, I’m committing to jotting down whatever my resistance says while this is happening, and I have permission to have a complete emotional breakdown in the middle and put it off for a few more weeks.

My resistance isn’t liking this right now, but that little conversation is going to need a Negotiator so more on that later.

My second thing that doesn’t want to be done yet:

Travel plans for my actual Non-Emergency Vacation.

Reminding myself why I’m wanting to do it now:

I really, truly know in my body that restful time off gives me clear-headedness and mad getting in the zone, and that it is always better for my business when I stop working.

Experience has proven this over and over again. The hard way.

However, the time gremlins have been very clear regarding their position on this, and I’m pretty sure they’re the ones sabotaging this. They mean well. We just have issues.

Making it easier on myself by:

Making some calls before I book anything.

I’ll run stuff by Hiro and I’ll ask other friends for reminders and reassurances.

I will be Baby Steps McGee on this.

Resistance coming up says:

“Who do you think you are? You think you’re special? You think you get to not work?

You have a household to support and rent to pay, young lady. You can’t go gallivanting around the world doing whatever you feel like. Do you want to be an itinerant? Do you want to sleep in a cardboard box?!

Maybe if you work non-stop for a few more years you can think about taking a vacation, but until then GET YOUR ASS TO WORK!”

Me saying to resistance:

“Wow.

So. You still feel really strongly about this. I know you want to protect me ever experiencing poverty and horribleness again, and I can appreciate that. A lot.

And at the same time, if I wear myself out, the work I do can’t be effective. And then I’ll be too burnt out to make money and we’re back where we started.

Can we maybe look at this not as “vacation” but as investing in my brain and my emotional well-being so that I can keep being innovative and creative at a high level?

Because let’s be honest. It’s being innovative and creative that has helped my business be so successful. And I can’t do that when I’m too exhausted to see straight. “

Commitment:

Half an hour.

We’ll look at our options, crunch some numbers and run it by some friends who value my mental health more than my resistance does.

And then a few days to sleep on it, meditate on it, dance on it and see where it lands.

Reporting back …

Ah yes. Last time.

I finished the stuck writing project.

Big progress on the tax stuff: I had a two-hour meeting as promised, and we sorted a bunch of stuff out. Now it’s back in the hands of Jennifer the Goddess of Bookkeeping and then there is another chunk for me.

All in all, this was useful.

Comment zen for the Iguanability stuff:

Okay. This is a zero-guilt space. Which means …

No shoulds. No shoes. No service. Okay, maybe service. But definitely no advices.

However, little hoorays are appreciated. As are offers of drinks. Or ritual sacrifices to the Iguana.

And of course you are more than welcome to share your own chickens iguanas Things That Don’t Want To Be Done Yet and whatever is being processed around that.

I promise no one here is going to make you feel bad if what you want to happen doesn’t happen in the way you want it to, but we will be supportive so you can regroup.

As Neil Diamond once (horrifyingly) said: chicken ripple ice cream. Goodness.

Item! Tiny, tiny items!

Fluent Self Item!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.

Oh yes.

Today’s Items (Item!) are extra-tiny.

Double-brevity points for me!

Is it laziness? No, it’s a writing exercise. Or something.

Item! Post No. 50 in a series that has actually gotten to 50. How very unlikely.

Item! Rethinking the resolutions thing.

Shannon, one of the excellent Group Leaders at my Kitchen Table, now for the second year in a row, is teaching an [intriguing + absurdly affordable] class on not setting resolutions but getting what you want anyway.

And creative thinkery around goals. Details on Shannon’s blog.

Shannon is @shannonmw on Twitter + co-teacher Janine from Peace Of Mind Organizing is @janinea.

Item! This shouldn’t be funny but it is.

Even though it doesn’t sound like it would be.

A montage of scenes where characters say the name of the film they are currently in. Love.

Via Laughing Squid@laughingsquid on Twitter.

Item! Reusable Gift Wrap.

A kooky, neat, sustainable idea. From cloth.

It’s called Midori-dori and while I found the site kind of hard to use, I think I’m going with the hula girls.

Via claire who is @catskittyns on Twitter.

Item! A Very Personal Ad for feedback.

You’ll think I know a million artists named Fi bu it’s really only two so far.

This one wrote a Very Personal Ad asking for feedback on her Found Creatures Series. Take a look at her Etsy store too.

Can we help?

She’s @wherefishsing on Twitter, which is an excellent Twitter name.

Item! The Cordless Mousewich with USB Cheese Stick from Insanewiches

Need I say more?

Probably. But I’m not going to because come on — Insanewiches!

Item! Happy dancing music.

Just like I said.

Via Sally who is @sally_j on Twitter.

Item! Do not get me these!

But they still made me laugh.

Yes, Freudian slippers.

Thanks, Kate, for pointing me here. I think.

Item! Transitions.

Great post from Cairene on Transitions. Usefulness!

Also she wrote favorable things about Roller Derby after I kind of forcibly dragged her there.

She’s @thirdhandworks on Twitter.

Item! Hark, a vagrant.

Have been … enjoying? getting used to? puzzling over? … these bizarre comics from Kate Beaton.

There are chimneysweeps and someone saying “Gentleman, I propose my bottom!”

She’s @beatonna on Twitter. Thanks to my Gentleman Friend for introducing me.

Item! We missed National Delurking Day. But it still made me laugh.

January 14th. National Delurking Day. Awesome.

So yeah. I didn’t comment because I am madame president chief Lurker of Lurkerville. But I did smile.

*blows kiss to my Beloved Lurkers*

Katie told me about it! She’s an economist who does yoga. Therefore I like her.

Item! If this isn’t a no-brainer, I don’t know what is.

You know how I always talk about Victoria because she’s amazing?

She’s doing a call about ways to use her No Brainer Scenario technique (which you may remember from previous Item-izing) to get clarity on stuckified things and to make stuff happen.

It’s this Tuesday (January 26) at noon Pacific and it doesn’t cost anything and you can read about it here.

She’s @victoriashmoria 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.

Oh. My. God.

I have so much to update and of course none of my notes are where I want them to be.

Wrote about why we’re sponsoring Roller Derby.

Dance of Shiva is really probably the only obscure yoga-based training about which you could easily say “that’s so punk rock”.

Anyway. Go read the post and drool over the gorgeous banner. More next time.

Item! Comments! Here’s what I want this time:

  • Things you’re thinking about.
  • An example of “good things in small packages” to make me feel better about my tiny items.

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. Or a Balmy one, if you’re Claire. See you tomorrow.

The Fluent Self