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 Check-in #40: tired and cranky edition

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.

It’s Friday. Really, truly. Here’s the chicken.

It was an odd little week. I’m tired and cranky and want to go back to bed but I can’t because I need to catch a plane.

Will catch up soon. In the meantime, here’s the hard and the good.

Tell me about yours too. It will make me feel better.

p.s. yay, Friday. 🙂

The hard stuff

Gaaaaaaah. I’m so sick of people asking about my arms.

Or even having conversations about it.

Seriously. I know everyone means well. I just don’t want to talk about it anymore.

I already explained that my arms are on my side and that the pain is useful because it is helping me transform my business into one where I don’t have to be there all the time.

My situation has improved a lot. It’s good. I am no longer in agony. And I can now even send a text message if I have to.

But I need people to let me have the rest of my process.

I’m really working on allowing the pain to be there when it needs to be there. Because it’s that pain that is keeping me on track with my “rebuilding my business so I never have to be a workaholic again” practice.

Freedom. It’s good.

And all these conversations about how we can get rid of the pain and how the people in my life wish it would go away are not useful for me at the moment.

I just want a hug. And that’s it. xxoo

System changes!

I know. And yeah, I’m still completely loving having a pirate crew.

It’s just that changes are hard. And they mess with your head.

And we spent an inordinate amount of time this week just undoing all these things that had already been done.

So I pay people to spend time doing things. And then I was paying someone else to spend time undoing it. And then I was spending time trying to figure out what the new rules are so that this doesn’t have to happen again.

Sunk costs, I know.

But it was completely annoying. And expensive. And frustrating. And aaaaaaaaagh.

The good stuff

System changes! There’s a good side!

Like the day my assistant and I realized we had not spent 45 minutes of our day looking things up and tearing our hair out.

Because the system was finally working.

Because we were saving time.

Because people were communicating more or less in the ways I was asking them to.

Sigh of relief.

I can see the future. And I like it.

It was sometime in August that I realized it was really time to do whatever it took to turn this thing into a business instead of a job.

I had a lot of the elements in place. A staff. More products than services. Group trainings and programs. A very famous duck as a business partner who doubles as a mascot.

But when it came to imagining something crazy like only working twenty hours a week (or — gasp — fewer than that), my brain would turn to mush.

It just didn’t seem plausible. I couldn’t picture what I would be doing in so little time and who would be doing the rest of it.

So I started taking steps. I went (as some of you will remember) to Michael Port’s Beyond Booked Solid training in Vancouver, which planted some seriously fantastic seeds and set me off on the right path.

I started working with Hiro Boga.

All this systems work with Cairene.

But now — for the first time ever — it’s completely clear to me how this thing can work. I can actually imagine what it would be like to work very minimal hours. And what would be happening during those hours.

And what amazing good-for-me good-for-the-world things I’d be doing both during and outside of those hours too.

I finally got it. And this just feels so completely huge.

At the post office.

I’ve been mailing out the last of the gifts I’ve been sending to my Kitchen Table students.

And it is just the loveliest feeling in the world to show up at the post office with an enormous bundle of presents, feeling like Santa Claus.

Looking at the all the places my people live. Australia, New Zealand, India, Austria, Ireland, Scotland, England. All over Canada and the States. Looking at the familiar and loved names.

So completely wonderful.

There are so many times when it’s hard to remember why I do what I do. This was a really powerful reminder.

My arms are really doing much, much better.

When I made bread this week? Didn’t even have to ask my brother to come stir the flour in.

And I can scrub the stove without wincing.

And I twisted off a bottle cap.

It’s not like I’m done. There’s still enough pain to remind me not to work too much. But it’s completely bearable and I can work and it’s good.

And … STUISMS of the week.

Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who delights in torturing me misunderstanding me. I can’t stand him. Because he’s an acetyl .

There are only three little Stu gems this week because he was (astonishingly) behaving for once and also because I didn’t need him as much.

  • “On the Tweeter instead of on Twitter
  • “Ask Hobbies” instead of Ask Havi
  • “about Steve’s typifying the general” instead of about destuckifying in general

I don’t know what his thing with Steve is. Honestly.

It reminds me of the time he asked Naomi “What Steve think?” instead of “What do you think?”

That wasn’t awkward at all.

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.

Destuckification 101

While attempting the other day to answer some 17,000 (okay, slight exaggeration) Ask Havi posts at once, I had to stop and hit the brakes.

It had become very apparent just how huge the lack of general knowledge and understanding about destuckifying is.

Here’s my sense at this point.

Most of the people I encounter are already familiar with at least one of the three major conventional methods out there.

At least in a casual way, even if they’re not conscious of the fact that what they’re dealing with is just that — a method.

Or that all three of these ways-of-destuckifying can be, oh, somewhat problematic.

So it kind of seemed like it might be time to a) pull back, b) add to the general knowledge base… and c) just try to give you a better sense of what these three methodologies/philosophies are.

And why they aren’t really always that good for you.

Warning:

This is a general post. A very general post. It is also … full of generalizations. Ridiculously absurd generalizations. Parody, even.

We can go deeper into the subtleties in grad school. Or at least next term in Destuckification 201.

But we’ve got to start somewhere, and this is it.

Traditional methodology #1: “Pushing through the stuck”

Also known as: Fighting it.

Common phrases: Don’t take no for an answer, be strong, you can do it, stiff upper lip, fake it ’til you make it, get out of bed already!

Associated with: Motivational speakers, personal development blogs, men, the 80s.

Aesthetic (old-school): Suits.

Aesthetic (today): Site designs that are black, red or black and red. The phrase “ass-kicking”. See also: bootcamp.

The pro: Sometimes it works. It gives you that push and you do the thing and you feel motivated and inspired. Rock on.

The con: Kinda violent. It totally doesn’t meet you where you are. It relies on an underlying layer of guilt, which is actually counterproductive in the long run. Also, self-mastery is exhausting and debilitating because it means you always have to be winning. And you can’t always win.

Traditional methodology #2: “Just sit with it”

Also known as: Just sit with it. (Repeat as necessary.)

Common phrases: Just sit with it. Let it be what it is. Accept it.
(Occasionally also — when said by someone who until recently was a disciple of methodology #1 — “Just deal with it.“)

Associated with: The self-help section, trying out eastern philosophies, Yoga Journal.

Aesthetic (old-school): Robes. Neti pots.

Aesthetic (today): Pastels. Illustrations of lotus flowers. Blogspot or Typepad blogs. Either austere seclusion in a hut or expensive retreats that sometimes take place on cruise ships.

The pro: Sometimes it’s exactly what you need. It helps you just when you need it. When you’re able to sit with the stuck, the stuck will dissolve. Which is magical and beautiful.

The con: It doesn’t acknowledge the hard. It doesn’t acknowledge just how hard the hard can be. When you can’t sit with it — and there will be times when you just aren’t able to — the advice “just sit with it” is just not very compassionate.

Traditional methodology #3: “Thank your problems and kiss them for being there”

Also known as: Practicing gratitude even when you don’t feel like it.

Common phrases: Your problem is your teacher. Your problem is your healer. Your problem is a gift. Your problem is a friend. Your problem is a blessing. Embrace the hard. Smother it with kisses. Be grateful for everything. Count your blessings.

Associated with: Affirmations, meditation circles, alternative community bookstores, beads, women.

Aesthetic (old-school): Power suits.

Aesthetic (today): Pink. Green. More illustrations of lotus flowers.

The pro: It’s true. When you are meeting yourself with patience and compassion, problems are gifts and blessings. And when you are ready for that — and it’s a pretty freaking advanced practice — amazing stuff can happen.

The con: Most of us aren’t there yet. Because we need to take time to meet ourselves and our pain first. Calling something excruciatingly painful a blessing can diminish or negate the real life experience of the person whose pain it is.

It is just not compassionate to tell someone that their agony is a teacher. It’s not compassionate to tell yourself that either. Or to expect yourself to be able to practice this if you’re not there yet. Because forced compassion is not very compassionate.

So how am I supposed to work with my stuck if these methods aren’t going to (necessarily) do it for me?

There’s an element that all three of these traditional methodologies (and yes, I stereotyped like crazy because I’m a horrible person) are missing.

What they’re missing is kindness to yourself.

Destuckification is about the willingness to meet yourself where you are.

Even if where you are in that moment is not being able to get out of bed and do the thing already.

Even if where you are in that moment is not being able to sit with it.

Even if where you are in that moment is not being able to thank your pain for being there to teach you.

And if you can’t meet yourself where you are yet?

You recognize (or remind yourself) that this is okay too. That you’re practicing. That you are allowed to hate it. That you can take your time getting to the point where you’ll be able to implement some concept that you’ve learned.

Bottom line.

You don’t have to listen to me.

If any of the methodologies I’ve talked about are what’s working for you right now, then I’m totally not going to tell you to stop doing it. Heaven forbid. Tfu tfu tfu.

I’m just pointing out that as a long-term strategy, it may cause some problems later on.

But if you are interested going deeper into the practice of destuckifying, we’re going to be talking here about what that means.

About having a conscious, active, intentional relationship with yourself. About what happens when you’re allowed to drop all the shoulds.

Including the ones that say you should be able to push through it. And the ones that say you should be able to sit with it. And the ones that say you should be more grateful.

So that you can give yourself permission to not have to be there yet.

So that you can find out what you need right now. And find ways to give it to yourself. Or at least get better at being eventually ready to receive it.

FIN

EDIT: HERE’S THE CAVEAT
I’m moving this bit (that I published seconds after the post went live) over from the comments since some people missed it.
Gah! Caveat!

Ha. I was just having a discussion about this with my gentleman friend and realized there’s an important bit I left out in this already long post.

It’s important to remember that any of these methodologies can be used with great effect by people who are no longer beginners at all this destuckifying stuff.

For example, my teacher is the most disciplined person I know (methodology #1). But that’s because he has so internalized all this “learning to practice kindness” stuff that he processes it automatically and goes straight to doing the thing without any guilt or pushing.

Or my wonderful friend Janet Bailey from Mindful Time Management. Janet has years and years of meditation experience, so when she says she’s going to “just sit with” something she’s feeling (methodology #2), that’s not forced.

It’s very comfortable and loving for her. And that’s awesome. It’s the advanced practice. Without the shoulds.

Or my wonderful friend Hiro Boga (the Flourishing Muse). She is completely capable of viewing hardships as blessings (methodology #3). I’ve seen her do it. Because she’s already there.

She’s already doing the deep internal clearing and processing that allows her to get to the place where she can truly see the good in something.

So in all of these cases, you might use these methodologies as an advanced practice with good effect. It’s just that I would not recommend any of these things for beginners.

And definitely not to the people writing me with things like “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! stuck-stuck-stuck-stuck-stuck!”. Not for them. But as methodologies? They can totally be used for good.

Hope that helps. 🙂

Item! It is definitely Wednesday again!

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 boy. Way too much stuff to link to.

I actually had to cut out a few bits to not completely overwhelm you.

It’s not my fault I know so many smart, interesting people who constantly seem to be thinking about (and writing about) smart, interesting things. Oh, alas, woe is me, etc.

*faints delicately on the daybed*

But if it’s all too much, you can just hang out with me in the comments bit and we can talk about typefaces and grandmothers and whatever else comes to mind.

Also, I include links to Twitter handles too, when I can. If you’re not a fellow Twitterite, here’s my post about why it’s so great.

Item! Post No. 19 in a semi-ongoing series that lets me not be all deep and meaningful for one day a week.

Item! Watch out for the grandmas!

I love Sparky Firepants. I love his illustrations and really, I love everything about him.

And even though I know his real name (David Billings!) and have met him in person (hi, Mr. Pants!), I insist on calling him Mr. Pants.

Because really, with a name like that, how can you not use it?

Anyway, he left what might be the best comment in the history of comments on my Friday Chicken a couple weeks ago.

About his grandmas being constantly in his head. Since mine try to do the same thing (yes, will write about that someday too), I totally identify with this.

Anyway, I bullied him into writing more. Actually, he was probably going to do it anyway. It’s really, really good.

Grandma Dolores is the “Everything you do is art” voice.

Grandma Kernik is the “Are you sure you won’t get trampled by elephants?” voice.

Grandma K: I’ve heard that plastic absorbed through the scalp causes premature baldness. Do you think that’s what happened?

Grandma D: Well, I think you look very distinguished with that shaved head. Like a teacher.

The post is called The grandmas weigh in, and you absolutely have to read it because it’s brilliant.

He’s @sparkyfirepants on Twitter.

Item! Speaking of me making people write posts …!

I’ve been going on and on about how the brilliant (and fellow goofball!) Cairene has been helping me restructure my business so that it works better for me and is more fun for me and lets me be a pirate queen.

She’s really helped me understand what a difference it makes when I let the rest of my pirate crew know how I like to receive information, and why I need it in the form that I need it in.

So … I like to deal with all travel/itinerary things at the same time. The people setting things up for me like to group them by event (here’s where you’re teaching in Taos, here’s North Carolina) when they share information with me. Now it happens my way, because I’m the pirate queen.

It’s not that my way is better. It’s just that it’s better for me and if I’m going to be figuring out where this ship needs to go, my clear-headedness needs to be top priority.

I learned that from Cairene and it is changing my freaking life.

And with her help I’ve realized that ohhhhhh, I prefer a few buckets with lots of things in them to many buckets with a few things in them. Symbolic buckets, yes?

Anyway, she wrote a super useful post about how it’s not you, it’s your systems — that you should read.

And she’s teaching a course on this systems stuff really soon. I’m taking it too because I am just soaking up whatever she gives me. Because it’s that great.

She’s @thirdhandworks on Twitter.

Item! Yarn Sprites!

This got me extra excited for some reason.

Who doesn’t want a Yarn Sprite?! Just look at her. Yarn sprites!

They’re from Endless Knot on Etsy (yay, Etsy!) and I heard about them via our own Twitching Grey.

Read this delicious post about how she (Twitching Grey) transformed her work space, with the help of Jen Hofmann (yes, the same Jen Hofmann I’m always telling you about). The pictures are AMAZING.

Twitching Grey is @twitchinggrey on Twitter. Jen is @inspiredjen.

Item! Gah! I got linked to by Arutz Sheva!!!

Okay, this one won’t interest anyone who isn’t Israeli, but honestly, the last thing I expected to see in my incoming links was something from the Israeli Channel 7 news.

It’s a boring article. The link is completely random. The whole thing could not be more surreal.

But the crazy part is that the article itself was about Avri Gilad (and I used to have the biggest schoolgirl crush on him and would blush uncontrollably when he was on television (which was pretty much all the time), and then my husband and everyone else I knew would make fun of me mercilessly).

Trippy.

Item! Two things for typophiles!

Despite my occasional rantiness, I must say that I’m not really a typographical fascist. I just play one on the internet just spend a lot of time (cough, understatement) with designers and appreciate their mishigas.

So if you are a typeface fetishist or really just someone who enjoys visual anything, I give you:

1. A delightful carrying case for an ampersand.

and

2. Oh god more ampersands but this is just so cool you have to look at it.

I can’t remember how I got to either of those, but of course probably through Twitter.

That is all.

Happy reading.

And happy Blustery Windsday. See you tomorrow.

Tiny little answers.

A lot of people seem to shoot over questions to me in the form of Direct Messages (DMs) on Twitter.

This might be because they know I don’t do email. Sneaky!

But it could totally also be because they don’t know I don’t do email.

Either way, I’ve been giving a lot of tiny little answers recently.

And it seemed like some of them might be useful for you… or at least maybe they will spark some interesting conversations or useful Things To Think About.

Also, since my daily morning practice of “learning the art of being able to eventually write a short or even medium-length post just to say that I can” isn’t going anywhere, maybe this will get me in the mood. 🙂

Tiny little questions that deserve bigger answers.

Except they got asked on Twitter.

Ooh. One more thing. Maybe a couple more things.

If you’re not on Twitter, some things to keep in mind:

  1. At least some of the information in this post will be useful and relevant even if you’re not on Twitter and even if you never plan to be on Twitter. So no worries there.
  2. You might want to read my post about Twitter demystified (no pressure!)

Oh, and it should go without saying — but I’m saying it anyway — that giving anyone an answer to anything (as I’m about to do!) when you’re dealing with a 140-character limit is reckless and irresponsible at best.

And that you don’t have to take my advice. And that yes, these answers are simplistic (hello, 140 characters). And each one probably deserves its own post.

And that this sort of bizarre Twitter coaching probably has some embarrassing and stupid name like “twoaching” and we will never speak of that again.

Okay. On to the questions. All under 140-characters. Except the last one where I had to write two messages to squeeze in my answer.

Random person: “You talk a lot about ‘being yourself’ online. But how do you do that?”

Me: Don’t say stuff online that you wouldn’t say in real life. Like “but wait — there’s more!” Or “check out this amazing offer!”

 

Random person: “You seem so wise. Way too wise for someone who looks that young. How do you do that?!”

Me: Dance of Shiva. Well, that and having had a weirdly interesting life. No, mostly Dance of Shiva. Brain restructuring! Seeing connections!

 

Random person: “What do you mean by ‘goofball marketing’?”

Me: Not hiding your weird bits. Your mishigas (yiddish for crazy, wacky thing). Everyone has idiosyncrasies. Let yours be the star.

 

Random person: “I like ‘goofball marketing’ as a concept but I don’t have a business or anything”

Me: All totally applicable to real life. It’s about your secret mission (learning to like yourself). No need to use it for anything biz-related.

 

Random person: “How are you surviving not being able to work? I mean, how is your business not completely dying when you have no arms?”

Me: Twitter. People on Twitter buy my stuff and talk about my stuff and generally keep the whole thing afloat.

 

Random person: “You said in a post that you make over a third of your income from Twitter. WTF? HOW?”

Me: Oh boy. Long, complicated answer. Too much for 140. But @pistachio and I are teaching a class about that. Short version? Don’t be strategic!

Yes, you may have noticed that I wasn’t able to fit the link into the 140. So that person got a second DM.

 

Random person: “Can I steal your term ‘gentleman friend’? It’s so perfect I can’t stand it and it describes my gentleman friend (see?!) exactly”

Me: Go for it. There’s a really funny story behind that. I’ll have to tell it on the blog sometime.

 

Random person: “Amazing people are doing my course/reading my work. Now I’m convinced I suck. Is performance anxiety a byproduct of biggification? Help?!”

Me: Perfectly normal. This is just the next layer to the pattern. It probably didn’t occur to you that people would believe in you, so that CONT

CONT belief is being challenged. Your work is not about you, it’s about THEM. It’s coming THROUGH you. So if it helps them? YAY. LOVE

 

Random person: “Will your duck date my duck?”

Me: Probably not. She’s quite picky.

 

I did it!

Sure, it’s still a long post by most people’s standards but it’s a really, really short one for me. I win.

Back to the usual stuff tomorrow. Thanks for letting me play.

p.s. Should mention, if I haven’t already, that the early bird thing-ey for the Strategy of Not Being Strategic class that I’m teaching with Pistachio ends on May 13th. Which is soon-ish. That is all. xo

Structure, Sanity and the life of a Pirate Queen!

selma_pirateI mentioned on Friday that I’ve been playing with fire with metaphors and that now I am a pirate queen. With a monkey.

So I promised you some back-story. Because that was kind of a weird thing to say, even for me.

And the reason you should read this (other than confirming any suspicion you might have that I am completely mad) is that it’s a pretty good demonstration of the power of words.

And the power of changing them.

Also, I am a huge proponent of what I call goofball-marketing (where you make money through giving yourself permission to be your creative, nutty self while letting your freak flag fly).*

*Naomi refers to this as “letting the universe pay you for being awesome”, which I love.

And really, what better way to embody the principles of goofballery than to replace one’s business team with a pirate crew? Right? Exactly.

Transitions. (Sung to the tune of “Tradition” from Fiddler on the Roof)

So yeah. I hired the brilliant and kooky Cairene to force me to help me restructure some of the systems in my business.

It’s phenomenal. Especially given just how much resistance I have to so many different aspects of this process.

Life-changingly great, is all I’m saying. She really, really gets how hard it is for me to be a right-brained person with a left-brained team, and how hard it is for them to put up with me.

But then last week she pointed out that I despise the word “team” and yet keep using it.

She also pointed out (somewhat wryly, I might add) that I’d just taught an exceptionally fantastic class like, two days before on the topic of … wait for it … rewriting metaphors.

Fine. Fine.

From team to pirate crew …

I figured out what I don’t like about having a “team”.

It has all these little associated bits under the surface that just bug me. Sports analogies, for one.

Also it just kind of smacks of corporate horribleness. You know, those awful, embarrassing team-building exercises that you read about in business books.

Some of my ideal qualities for the new thing-which-is-not-a-team:

+ support
+ movement
+ direction
+ flow
+ cooperation
+ I get to be in charge but I don’t have to manage things.

It seemed like … maybe a boat of some sort. A vessel. With a crew.

I liked that. But it also seemed kind of boring. Plus, what about things like — tfu tfu tfu — storms and capsizing and mutiny? Scurvy?

Clearly, we also needed some other characteristics.

Like:

+ goofy
+ different (marching to beat of own drummer)
+ independent
+ adventure
+ success
+ where’s my monkey?!

Clearly this had to be a pirate crew.

And then I knew exactly what needed to happen.

The genius thing about metaphors is they fill in the blanks.

Because everything falls into place when you have the right metaphor.

For example, all of a sudden I knew the role of everybody in my business:

Havi: the crazy but mostly lovable captain … aka The Pirate Queen
Selma the duck: the parrot
Peggy (formerly Head VA): the Cook … because we can’t live without her.
Marissa (formerly my personal assistant): First Mate
Richard (formerly my designer): Chief Engineer and also the guy who shimmies up the mast and fixes things and yells “land ahoy!”
Cairene (formerly systems-coach): Navigation Expert and resident witch
Charlie (formerly Charlie): Some guy we kidnapped who knows a lot about maps

Looking at this it became obvious to me that what I really need is something like a second mate. Someone to do some of Marissa’s work.

I looked it up (yay, Wikipedia!) and here’s what I learned:

A second mate is almost always a watchstander. In port and at sea, the second mate is responsible to the captain for keeping the ship, its crew, and its cargo safe for eight hours each day.

That’s exactly what I need. A watchstander. And then I found one. Which is really cool.

And I knew what could change and what didn’t need to.

I’d been thinking that we needed to make a bunch of huge structural changes.

But once we’d stumbled onto that one metaphorical change, the energy shifted.

And everything felt better and it also seemed as though a lot of things could just stay where they were, with slightly different names.

I wrote a letter to my pirate crew, giving them permission to wear a lot of black. And letting them know that our VA Checklist System is now Havi’s Pirate Crew Code of the Seas (Pirate Manual and Pirate Systems).

And all the things I never used to look at because they were labeled “VA Team”?

They’re now officially referred to as Pirate Crew! Arrr. Which makes going to work way more fun.

Also, the people on my team ship now say things like “Important note for Captain Havi” or “Don’t forget that the Pirate Queen hates making phone calls so make sure you do x, y and z before you make her call someone”.

Or:

New Rule: If you don’t check off your action items in Basecamp when you’re finished with them, you will be forced to walk the plank! Arrr!!

Fabulous.

I need to go work on my pirate dance now, if you don’t mind.

Yes, the Pirate Queen is very polite today.

Except for the part where I run around yelling “Where’s my monkey?!

Anyway, that’s it for now.

And here’s the Twitter version of this post:

Words = powerful. Metaphors = useful. Business can (and should be) fun as hell because otherwise, what’s the point? Also: where’s my monkey?

The Fluent Self