What's in the gallery?

We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.

We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**

* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.

** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.

What's in the gallery?

We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.

We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**

* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.

** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.

Friday Chicken #60: “they’re indigenous, you know”

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.

Sixty Chickens. Ridiculous.

I mean, impressive.

And just so you know I’m on Extremely Necessary Vacation right now — not quite the same as Emergency Vacation, but similar. I’ll still be here, though.

Because come on. I wouldn’t miss a Friday Chicken.

The hard stuff

Being in motion.

The whole being-on-the-go thing makes running a business somewhat difficult.

Even when you have an efficient, well-trained pirate crew.

It’s just hard.

Goodbyes.

I don’t like them.

This is not new.

Exhaustion.

The three weeks of running around before Berlin, combined with the three weeks of chaos, confusion, jackhammers, fireworks and general madness in Berlin have officially taken their toll.

I’m not doing much of anything except sleeping.

Coming to terms with leaving Berlin.

For me, Berlin has always been a place for big, crazy creative growth.

It’s where I’ve always gotten my very best thinking and writing done.

But this time, it was a period of fog and confusion and horribleness.

Usually I leave with a heavy heart. This time I just couldn’t wait to get out.

Buying a bathing suit.

As soon as it became clear that the Extremely Necessary Vacation involved a place where one might need a swimsuit, I went into all sorts of dreaded internal places.

Especially since I just got one (a gorgeous one! from someone on Etsy!) in July.

And of course now I don’t have it with me. So I had to go shopping, which is — extreme understatement! — not my cup of tea.

And I had to try on bathing suits, which is pretty much my least favorite thing in the world. Gah. Traumatic.

The good stuff

The Herr Lehmann inspired bathing suit Expotition.

So my gentleman friend and I are, oddly enough, in complete agreement as to our two favorite German novels.

I refer, of course, to Faserland by the inimitable Christian Kracht, and Herr Lehmann by Sven Regner.

After that, our tastes diverge considerably. We both like Uwe Timm, but I prefer the sweet, thoughtful, funny Entdeckung der Currywurst while he goes for the dark, powerful, introspective Am Beispiel Meines Bruders and Rot.

And the split widens from there.

But we can always agree on our two favorites. So, as soon as I said “bathing suit”, he insisted that we follow Herr Lehmann’s awkward and uncomfortable footsteps by copying that character’s delightfully awful search for a bathing suit, as described in the book.

So we headed out towards the Karstadt on Hermann Platz. We didn’t actually make it there because our Expotition took a turn for the weird, but we tried.

It was like when people read the words of famous poets where they were originally written. Only somewhat less romantic.

Anyway, I got a bathing suit. And I didn’t cry.

And It was worth it.

Because sitting in a hot tub at night while looking out at the Baltic Sea was exactly the right get-well tonic for my ragged nervous system.

Recovery mode is the place to be right now.

Goodbye, Berlin.

I taught my last few classes.

Spent time with friends.

My gentleman friend and I spotted two herons when we went for a walk by the Lietzensee. We even saw one of them having a (slippery, squirmy) breakfast.

Also a swan and some ducks. And a bird that looked like the offspring of a pigeon and a duck.

Like a puck. Or a digeon.*

*See the title of this week’s Chicken for the stupidest, yet also the funniest pun of the week.

Anyway, there were some nice moments.

Something I’ve never done before.

The cool thing about having taught in one place (Berlin) once a year for five years is that I have some pretty advanced students by now.

I turned my last class into an Advanced Shiva Nata Practice class and taught Level 4 and Level 5.

Not only have I never taught Level 5 before, I don’t know that Level 5 has ever been taught before.

The way I learned it was through Andrey giving me the formula — and then just memorizing the sequences. But taught? In a class?

It was really, really cool.

Something else I’ve never done before.

And then I also did the thing I’ve been steadfastly refusing to do in all my years of teaching in Berlin, which is to go on a Stadtrundfahrt, one of the tour-the-city-by-boat things.

It had just always struck me as kind of tacky and embarrassing.

Well. It turns out that you get a completely new and gorgeous perspective of the city that way. And seeing all my favorite bridges from underneath was awesome.

And drinking beer in the sun while gliding down a canal is actually a perfectly lovely thing to do — even for a pirate queen. I love being wrong when it’s that kind of wrong.

And … one more thing I’ve never done before.

I’m in Norway right now. I know!

And … playing live at the meme beach house!

Yes, that’s a Stuism too.

Though there aren’t any Stuisms this week because Stu is still living in my suitcase. And not happy about it, I might add.

Actually, that’s not correct. I am mostly aware of the fact that Stu is a piece of software and, as such, lives in my computer and not in a suitcase. But I have taken on the appalling habit of confusing him with the headset that makes his existence possible.

Anyway, he’s not around. But back to 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.”

So this week, I’m torn between Avoid The Conditional and Wiederverschliessbar Again.

But either way, pretty sure 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.

Questions. Part 1.

So I’m a big fan of that weird form of brain exercise known as “free-writing” (uh, worst name ever?) where you ask questions and then just write down whatever pops into your head.

It almost always turns out that there are these neat little surprises tucked away somewhere in your subconscious.

And these come whooshing out when you combine asking a direct question with putting pen to paper with no rules other than just keeping the pen moving.

But you know what is even more insanely great than this kind of open-ended intuitive journaling stuff?

Doing it right after Shiva Nata.

The part where I apologize, but only very briefly.

So I figure you might be bored to death what with me going on and on about the magical, crazy, sometimes-torturous Dance of Shiva.

I can get oh, kind of obsessive about it.

So let me back up a little:

You don’t have to do it. I’ll still like you if you never, ever become a Shivanaut. Promise.

And you can absolutely use the questions I give here for a round of good old-fashioned journaling, and I’m pretty sure that neat things will happen anyway.

All I’m saying is that if you take these questions …

… and then you do a practice that basically sends you into a mush-like state of chaos and confusion, taking apart your brain and rebuilding it …

Well, it’s the bomb.

One last little bit of explain-ey-ness.

The questions here are ones I asked in one of the Berlin workshops last week.

The answers are the ones that I wrote down during this state of deliciously confused brain scramble.

If the questions seem to be … oddly phrased? That’s because I was asking them in German.

“What does my issue, my problem, my pattern look like?”

Complex.

But the individual parts are just … lines and circles. Lines and circles.

It only looks all knotted, because I don’t understand how it’s all connected yet.

It’s like a language I don’t speak yet.

So it’s gibberish, except that it’s really not.

If I pull out or zoom in I can see its beauty. Whoah. Yes. Yes! There is beauty in this pattern. Which is bizarre.

Even at the same time as I’m trying to take it apart … there is just something so organic about its shapes.

“What does my pattern need from me?”

Patience.

Some new pieces.

To love myself even when I haven’t figured out all my stuff yet.

Space. Space to be taken apart in!

It’s like I’m trying to undo this huge, complicated knot in a tiny, dark closet. It doesn’t make sense.

If we were out in a field or on the ocean or in space, it would be so much easier.

Interesting. That isn’t what I expected. It’s like my pattern wants me to be able to take it apart. It’s asking me to replace some of its parts.

I wouldn’t have thought that it even had an agenda, but that if it did, it would be the agenda of self-preservation. That’s not what is happening here though. It wants to be changed.

“What do I need right now?”

Room, space, time — all for experimenting.

And permission.

I need permission to take these things and have them and want them. Lots and lots of permission.

That’s where I’m stuck right now, with the giving it to myself part.

“What if I had permission, in my actual life just as in Shiva Nata, to do everything wrong …?”

I would have to let my fear go.

I’d have to have a goodbye party for my fear. No, a tea party.

A fear tea party.

With lots of tiny little cups. There would be grape juice and cookies. And we would be sad together and then I would leave and go straight to where I need to go, without hesitation.

“What’s missing?”

That permission, again. The strength, the knowing that this is really the right thing to do.

No, that’s not what it is. What is missing?

Courage? No. A starting point? No. Wait. Crap.

Nothing.

Nothing is missing.

There is nothing that can stop me. So it’s nothing. It’s nothing. I could just do it now if I wanted to. What?!?!

NOTHING.

That kind of scares me, but it also kind of makes me want to run out of my imaginary prison screaming freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom! Nice.

That’s it. Do you want to play too?

You don’t have to do Shiva Nata first.

Though if you feel like it, five minutes of practice is a great way to warm up your internal processing functions so you can throw these questions at them and get Useful Stuff.

But honestly? I have a feeling that if you just sit down and write out an answer to any one of these things, something … interesting will show up.

You’re more than welcome to share it here. Or you can totally not share it here.

Or you can share something else. We’re not picky.

Item! Obsessed with light sabers!

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.

Remember when I went on emergency vacation? Well, I’m doing it again.

It’s not so much an emergency. More of a yeah I really need to get out of Berlin situation.

Luckily, the internet is continuing to be interesting. So yeah. Items! Exclamation points! Hi.

Item! Post No. 35 in a series that continues to amuse me even when I am unexpectedly in Denmark.

Item! Not that I was just in Denmark or anything.

Actually, I am in Denmark right this second.

But this would still be funny if I weren’t.

Oh, advertising agencies! Really the only thing more funny is … making fun of advertising agencies. I’ll take it.

Visit Denmark: “We want people to go to Denmark and have a positive association with their memories from that trip.”

Agency: “Can we use vikings?”

Visit Denmark: “No, vikings are played out. And really…’can we use vikings’…really?”

Agency: “Okay, how about Amsterdam.”

Visit Denmark: “Amsterdam isn’t even in Den…look we’ll call you.”

Twitter: From @mekanism and found via Casey who is @Casey_Cole.

Item! Are you obsessed with light sabers?

Because you should be.

I try not to be. But it’s pretty much a lost cause.

“First of all, I have heard of this new device being considered reminiscent of a lightsaber (hence the picture), but I don’t think anything that can’t cut an arm off should be in any way compared to a lightsaber. “

Warning: time suck! Time suck! Glorious time suck! You might be here for days. Maybe save it for the weekend?

But there are squirrels with light sabers! And one of the post tags is pew pew pew.

I might be in love. And you might find everything about this site highly inappropriate. Blame Jenny!

Via Jenny the Bloggess who is @TheBloggess on Twitter.

Item! San Francisco Motorcycle Club Elects First Female President!

Whooooo!

Meet Madam President Tegan Hetzel-Dobbins

As Amanda said: Yey go girl zoom!

I read about it here.

Also, you really have to listen to the Sparkletack episode about the history of this Club. I have been somewhat obsessed with the San Francisco Motorcycle Club ever since it got sparkled.

Actually, go for the pictures and stay for the episode.

Via my friend Amanda who is @ClusterLuck12 and (finally!) on Twitter

Item! Like rubbing your tummy and patting your head. In an anti-gravity chamber.

Nice post from Briana called “I’m a contradiction“.

About all this stuff she’s learned about her patterns through doing my Dance of Shiva wackiness. Super interesting.

You know what’s funny? I’m constantly trying to describe Shiva Nata and I can’t.

And then she shows up and just nails it:

“You basically combine specific arm and leg movements in certain sequences and it feels a little like trying to rub your tummy and pat your head. In an anti-gravity chamber.

While also trying to memorize an international telephone number. And some annoying person is shouting random digits in the background. In Chinese. Or something nothing at all like that, but even more confusing. “

Awesome.

And if you read her blog, you’ll notice that the whole thing is full of shivanautically-inspired insights.

She’s @tweetbri on Twitter.

Item! From the duck scarf chick!

Remember when my duck got her second scarf? That was Romilly. I adore her.

So Romilly wrote about some of the realizations she came up with during the workshop I taught in North Carolina workshop

“I need more space and comfort in my life. The state of my studio has become priority number one for a while.

I also need to trust myself more and realize that when my intuition takes the time to tell me I need to do something, it’s not because it likes the sound of its own voice. LOL”

Nice!

She’s @deRomilly on Twitter.

Item! I’m supposed to tell you something and I don’t remember what it is.

Way before people started sending my duck new additions to her wardrobe, Naomi and I did a thing.

A very excellent thing. And it was about how to make the monies even — especially? — when things are recession-ey and horrible. Or when they’re not.

It was full of brilliance because Naomi is a genius and I am a deranged pirate. And we both have strong opinions, which is probably not as charming as we think it is, but still very useful.

That was back in March or something.

In the meantime, she’s always off moving to England or moving back from England, and I’m in Copenhagen even though I’m supposed to be in Berlin, and between her emotional breakdowns and mine, it’s kind of hard to keep track of these things.

So we’re doing something with this and I’m so tired that I don’t even remember what I’m supposed to tell you about it.

But I’m sure she’ll post about it soon and I’ll feel like an idiot.

Item! Comments!

So it was really cool the other week when I got to work on my practice of how I ask for stuff and you guys gave me the best reading recommendations ever!

So I’m going to try it again.

Here’s what I want:

  • Things you’re thinking about.
  • More lyrics.

My commitment.
I am committed to giving time and thought to the things that people say, and I will interact with their ideas and with my own stuff as compassionately and honestly as is possible for me.

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.

Ask Havi #26: What to say to people.

Ask HaviNote: 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. This is a weird, complicated double Ask Havi because I have two people in seemingly opposite situations with the same problem. Namely:

“What do you say to those people in your life when … “

Right.

When they bug you. When they won’t leave you alone. When they think you should be following their advice.

When they can’t understand why you would do things your way and not their way.

Or when they aren’t saying anything yet but you’re worried that they’re going to. Hard!

Right. Different situations. Same issue. Different advice. Same principles.

Person #1:

“I’m taking a break from doing my thing because I decided I need to go back to having a ‘real job’ for a while. I’ll still be working on my thing and thinking about my thing, but won’t be engaging me in a full-time way.

And I’m worried about people giving me crap about it.”

Person #2:

“Everyone in my life will not stop asking me when I’m going to quit doing my thing and go back to a ‘real job’. It’s driving me crazy. They keep hinting that maybe now is the time and why would I take the risk of keeping it up.

They don’t understand that — for me, at least — there isn’t any real security in a job, and that doing my thing is something I truly believe in and am invested in.

I know I can make it work, but all my energy goes to these people and their worries.”

And … exhale.

Starting at the beginning.

First off, hugs all around for the hard. Because ack. Hard.

Both of these situations are absolutely challenging and frustrating, each in its own way. It completely makes sense to me that either one of these things would be all kinds of stressful.

So … I’m going to take them one at a time. I’ll tell you what I think and what I would say. And then maybe do a little summing up.

And, as always, take the stuff that’s useful for you and ignore the bits that aren’t. And go ahead and rephrase whatever I say into language that works for you.

The person who has a job and feels weird about it.

My thoughts.

There’s nothing wrong with a job. Lots of people have jobs. Lots of people take jobs while they’re working on developing their thing.

Let me quote (with permission) the wonderful Susan Marie on this:

“I am very boring on the subject of jobs. Just this: jobs that help people pay bills and be independent and move forward are a good thing.

We learn things from them. We combine jobs with other things. They surprise us.

And we who work in the arts often put together very quirky combinations of things to help ourselves be financially independent. I will try to avoid spraining my ankle as I jump down off of this soap box.”

Yes! Also, did you ever read Andrea J. Lee‘s book Multiple Streams of Coaching Income?

She has a whole chapter — a really good one — called Coaching Day Jobs. About why it’s actually a great idea for coaches to get jobs doing a non-coachey thing. Because that’s where you find out what it’s like to use coaching skills in a non-coaching situation.

So yeah. Absolutely a legitimate thing to do.

What I’d say to people who asked.

“I get that you’re feeling anxious when you think about me not doing my thing, because you need to know that I’m going to be okay. And I appreciate that.

“Right now this feels like the best way for me to create a safe, supportive environment to grow my thing and take care of myself in a conscious and steady way, without burning out.

“So this decision is really about allowing me to take the time to figure out what my next steps are, and to make sure that I don’t get depleted. Because the only way I can grow my thing right now is through me getting the support I need.”

The person who doesn’t want that job and is sick of being asked when she’s going to take it.

My thoughts.

Totally legitimate.

And man, when you’re working on growing your thing, there’s nothing harder than constantly being challenged on it by the people you need cheering you on.

I’ve been there. It sucks.

What I’d say to people who asked.

“I get that you’re feeling anxious when you think about me doing my thing, because you need to know that I’m going to be okay. And I appreciate that.

“Right now the thing I need most to guarantee my success is a safe, supportive environment. The only way I can make this thing work is if my energy goes to taking care of myself and my business, and not to external things.

“Which means I need you to be a strong, steady source of support that I can count on. I totally get if you can’t do that right now because you feel anxious — I’m just asking that if you can’t, that you not bring up your worries with me right now.

Because right now I need to grow my thing and take care of myself in a conscious and steady way, without burning out. And in order to do that, I need my focus to be on surrounding myself with things that support me in what I’m doing.”

Principles! We like them.

So yeah.

Both of my answers were kind of the same.

That’s because of the principles involved. As follows.

1. Acknowledge feelings.

Their feelings (the anxiety and worry they have about you being okay).

And also your feelings (frustration).

Sometimes you just acknowledge your own feelings to yourself because they won’t be able to hear it right now. And sometimes you can try to explain it to them.

2. Express needs.

Their needs (to know you’re going to be okay).

But mostly yours (to be supported).

3. Set boundaries

You need support.

If they can give it to you in any form, great. If they can’t, great.

But they are going to have to stop doing things that are actively unsupportive, like telling you that you’re going to end up sleeping in a cardboard box if you don’t listen to them.

Because right now you’re surrounding yourself with support. They can be part of it or they can go away until they’re ready to be part of it.

4. Use feelings words instead of thinking words.

When you say, “I think X”, someone can argue with you and tell you that you should be thinking Y.

When you say, “I feel anxious when I’m not sure if I’m getting the support I need”, no one can argue with you about what you feel.

They can’t tell you that you don’t feel anxious. It’s what you feel and that’s that.

5. Emergency use: the internal-knowing thing.

Okay, this one is tricky. Because some people use the internal-information thing in a slimy way, yes. But it’s still a useful technique.

If you say you meditated on it or you prayed on it, and this is the answer you got from your heart … people can’t argue with that either.

Personally, I would never use this if it weren’t actually true. But yeah, go meditate on it. Go sleep on it. Go ask yourself what the answer is.

And then give it to someone else in a form where they don’t get to argue with it.

Commiseration.

It’s all harder than it sounds.

It all takes time.

Eventually (she types hopefully) we’ll get to the point where we care less what they think. That’s the sovereignty part.

In the meantime, we get to work on our stuff in the soft (all the emotional bits) and in the hard (systems!) … and we take lots of notes.

And did I say this part already? Hugs for the hard!

Comment zen:

We’ve all got our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. We try to respond to each other with as much kind-hearted understanding as we can stand. Lou Reed lyrics (still) welcome.

Very Personal Ads #12: lighthouses and foghorns.

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 weekly ritual. Yay, ritual!

Let’s do this thing.

Thing 1: Rest and restfulness

Here’s what I want:

You know how people say they need a vacation from their vacation? So that’s what I’m doing.

Going on vacation from my vacation.

What I want is for it to be as restful as possible.

Here’s how I want this to work:

Comfortable pillows.

Sleep. Wonderful sleep.

Routine. Ritual. Comfort.

Long walks with no destination or purpose in mind.

My commitment.

I will try not to guilt myself into anything. I will give myself permission to do nothing all day if I feel like it, or to get some work done if I feel like it.

I will do one yoga pose every morning, to start the day.

If I feel like doing more, more will happen. If I don’t, I will thank myself for keeping with my ritual and that will be enough.

Thing 2: to emerge from the fog.

Here’s what I want:

Clear-headedness.

Ways this could happen:

Wacky epiphanies from doing Shiva Nata. Yes!

Or no epiphanies. But just a clearing of the fog.

Maybe just getting out of Berlin and away — literally and symbolically — from the demonstrations, the marathons, the fireworks, the helicopters and the jackhammers … maybe that will be enough.

And of course, a session with Hiro, which always, always helps.

My commitment.

I will notice where I am in relation to the fog. I will not try to force or fight my way out of the fog. I will interact with the fog.

I will keep writing.

And I will be steady in reminding myself that fog is a natural result of sleepless nights and stressful situations. It is not a permanent state and it doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with me.

Thing 3: a solution to my other living situation issue.

Here’s what I want:

For the current complication with Hoppy House to sort itself out. I don’t so much care how, but I need something to happen with this.

Here’s how I want this to work:

Not a clue. Magic? Faith? Trust?

Or something just happening, in the way it sometimes does.

My commitment.

I will do what I can now to stop freaking out about this (or, alternately, to give myself full permission to freak out about this) until it works itself out.

I will practice patience when I can, and be understanding with myself when I can’t.

Of course I will also do Dance of Shiva on it, and take it to Hiro and see what stuff of my own I can shift while working on this.

I will find safe, comfortable ways of expressing my pain and my fear.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

Just to update you on what’s been going on. Last time I asked about three things.

For a perfect place to stay in Berlin, for my December workshop to fill up, and for some time to work on my projects.

I didn’t find a place to stay in Berlin. But I did make the decision to cancel my last three workshops and get out of there. Which felt really good.

The workshop sold out (yay!) and I’m looking forward to spending a day with the loveliest group of people ever. Very happy with that.

And there may have been time for projects, but no inclination. I have been very much in the fog.

So I’ll be looking for ways to reshape that ask into some sort of form that makes more sense for me right now. I think what I need most right now is to focus on recovering from this past month of hard.

I also want to mention a lovely personal ad posted this week by the one and only Sparky Firepants. There are knee socks in it and he promises to sing in public.

It’s pretty great, as personal ads go.

Comments. Since I’m already asking …

I am adding to my practice of asking for stuff by being more specific about I would like to receive in the comments. And that way, if you feel like leaving one (you totally don’t have to), you get to be part of this experiment too. 🙂

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.

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.

My commitment.

I am committing to getting better at asking for things even when asking feels weird. I commit to giving time and thought to the things that people say, and to interact with their ideas and with my own stuff as compassionately and honestly as is possible.

Thanks for doing this with me!

The Fluent Self