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.
The thing that stops you from doing the thing.
The thing. You know, the thing.
I don’t know what your thing is. But it’s the thing you desperately want to be working on.
It’s the thing you are just as desperately avoiding (at least some of the time), and with good reason.
But the point is: you have a thing.
Which is awesome.
And then … even though you have the thing, you’re not doing the thing. Or maybe you are doing the thing, but you keep getting stuckified.
Normal. Natural. To be expected.
Fear of success is the thing (that gets in the way of doing the thing)
And working on it — working on unraveling it and interacting with it and learning how it works so you can take it apart and come up with something better — is valuable.
And hard.
Valuable and hard.
Working on your stuff so you can help your Right People and maybe even heal yourself while you’re at it … totally worth it.
But did I mention hard? Because man, it’s hard.*
*First person to leave a comment saying “no, it’s easy, just use my simple three-step system” gets peed on by a certain duck who shall remain nameless. Okay, her name is Selma.
There are two ways to work on this.
Two doorways. Two gates.
One is turning inward and working on your stuff. The other is looking outward at what you’re trying to achieve and then tweaking your systems.
You need both.
Internal work and external work. Hard and soft. Stuckness-zapping and systems-revamping.
How about I give you an example.
Let’s say the issue you’re working on is dealing with criticism.
You’re human, so you probably kind of suck at it. I do. So do most of the people I know. Actually, there are three people I know who don’t.
Let’s assume you get hit with criticism and it messes with your head. Maybe every time. Maybe just once in a while. It doesn’t matter.
If you work on it “in the soft”, you spend time learning coping mechanisms. You train yourself to work on things like releasing the need for outside legitimacy and how to separate your stuff from their stuff.
If you work on it “in the hard”, you look for mechanisms that you can put into place to mediate how you interact with the criticism to begin with.
For example, one of my assistants moderates all the blog comments and reads my email. Sure there’s stuff that’s harsh, insulting and/or has at least a semi-decent chance of ruining my day, but I never see it.
Saves me some more time … which I can then use to practice dissolving more stucknesses. A little of this. A little of that. It adds up.
Back to the part about it being hard.
This is not easy.
Working on your stuff is not easy. Rebuilding your systems is not easy.
Working on them simultaneously — although it’s more effective … still not easy.
No kidding.
And now I must quote a movie about baseball. It holds true for things that are not baseball.
“Of course it’s hard! If it weren’t, everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great.”
Uh huh.
Transformational work is hard.
Working on your stuff is hard.
It’s not a thing you do for fun or anything. At least not at first.
That’s because it requires a certain … oh, ballsiness. And willingness. And the sincere intention that yeah, you know what? You’re ready to shift something.
And the thing that makes it all a bit easier — not easy, no, just less paralyzing — is combining the internal destuckifying with the external systems stuff. It gets more do-able. And occasionally you even get these little moments of pure exhilaration.
Remembering that it’s allowed to be hard makes it all that much easier.
Don’t read this part unless you’re interested in me talking about something that has to do with my thing.
My thing: we destuckify and we make practical changes.
The part that interests me in all this is figuring out how to dissolve the fear behind the thing that isn’t working … and then finding ways to make it work better when it is working.
So in this class I’m teaching on Stuff Havi Thinks You Should Know About How to Get Really Really Great Testimonials, Recommendations & Referrals Without Having To Feel Gross and Horrible … my whole goal is to help people do both.
The destuckifying part is dissolving the ew and the this is uncomfortable and the people will hate me so you can share your thing with the people who need it.
The systems part is where I tell you exactly what you need to say and do so that no one will ever have to feel uncomfortable.
It’s where I tell you how you get people to trip over themselves trying to help you promote your thing (see? there’s your thing again) without even necessarily knowing that this is what they’re doing.
But not in a manipulative way. In a helping-your-Right-People-feel-safe-and-comfortable way.
How you know if my thing is your thing.
If you’re looking for traditional, sensible, common sense stuff of the blah blah blippity blah variety, you will hate this class. You’re not this class’s Right People. It’s not for you. That’s fine. We can still hang out here.
And if you don’t mind having the kind of testimonials that nobody ever reads, and/or making the people you’ve helped feel awkward when you ask for them, also probably not a good fit.
But if you’re serious about releasing some of your stuck stuff around biggification (helping your Right People find you so you can help them) and then rewrite your patterns and your systems so the thing you do can grow and thrive … then I want to see you there.
Selma and I will love you just the same if you don’t sign up, of course. But come on. Your thing needs you.
If it’s for you (yay!), you can sign up here. The $100-off -for-my-readers thing still holds. You just have to know who Selma is. Or who Stu is.
I know. I warned you about things being hard.
p.s. Actually, despite all of my silliness, a couple of people did write in complaining that having to have Stu or Selma knowledge is unfair. I didn’t see it because of my email sabbatical. But I heard a rumor.
Anyway, a quick use of the search button in my sidebar came up with the story of Selma. And I have it on good account that Stu (who is not a chicken) is the star of my weekly Friday Chicken. So don’t let that be the barrier to me using my thing to help you with your thing. 🙂
Item! Stuff! It is happening! You should do it!
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.
Okay. Usually what I do in the Item! posts is link to writing I’ve found interesting. Oh, and I rant some and wander off on tangents. Also I get excited about weird little things.
This week though there are all these things that are happening or about to happen.
So today’s (Item! Special Edition!) edition is more “stuff I think you should be doing” instead of “stuff I think you should be reading and thinking about”. Well, after I go on and on about the Blazers game last night.
Shall we?
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. 18 in a semi-ongoing series that lets me share things I’m excited about in ridiculous run-on sentences.
Item! I have a thing! It’s a “the Blazers are still kicking ass (as of last night)” thing!
Blazers. BLAZERS!
I love basketball. I’m not allowed to watch it because I get way too involved and also we don’t have a television. But I was able to sneakily get in the vicinity of someone else’s television twice this week.
Truth is, it’s not like I am a hardcore Blazers fan so much as I get obsessive over basketball and yeah, now I live in Portland. So how can I not? Tell me that! Okay, don’t tell me.
And also I need something to replace my irrational dislike of Indiana … and Texas is top in the running since the great taxicab debacle.
Normally I’d put this in the Friday Chicken Check-in (Item! On Friday there will be a chicken check-in!) but the boys might lose tomorrow and then I’d have to put it in the “hard” section instead of the “good”.
Tfu tfu tfu. Spit three times to avert the evil eye.
Moral of this piece: don’t let me watch basketball. It makes me hyper and crazy.
Alright! On to the “stuff I think you should be doing when you’re not watching basketball” bits.
Item! Sarah has a thing! It’s an art thing!
Sarah Marie Lacy (yes, I’ve talked about her before) is doing a neat Mother’s day thing.
She’s giving away — to one person who is on her mailing list — an 8×10 print of any of her paintings (whichever one you like, and they’re all gorgeous).
You can enter the drawing through this Sunday, May 3rd (or until very early Monday morning) and Sarah’s mum will pick the winner.
Sarah’s a classy chick and she’s not going to be all spamtastically horrible if you sign up for her list. Plus her stuff is amazing and she’s a sweet, generous, wonderful person.
Art! Free print of something beautiful! Sarah! I approve. Go sign up.
And then come back here because there’s more good stuff.
She’s @smlacy on Twitter.
Item! Cairene has a thing! It’s a getting stuff done thing!
Actually, you might be too late for her thing. Because it’s tomorrow and for all I know registration is closed.
But she does it on the last Thursday of every month and it’s freaking amazing. Sign up for next month if you can’t make it to this one.
You spend three and a half hours getting stuff done. And not just any stuff. The stuff that is hiding out at the very bottom of your to-do list.
It’s a really supportive environment, Cairene is fantastic (I’ve hired her to coach me and am so completely impressed with the results) and I’m always there and afterwards your “crap, how have I not done these things yet” list is way shorter and way less scary.
Also, it’s only $25 which is insane and I keep telling her she has to triple that price and she might listen to me at some point. So you should really sign up as soon as you can.
EDIT: I just talked to Cairene and she’s already updated the sign-up page for next month. But … she agreed to let three more people in. So if you email her or reply/DM her on Twitter, maybe you’ll be one of the three! Yay!
And she’s @thirdhandworks on Twitter.
Item! Steve has a thing! An internet-related thing that isn’t gross or stupid!
My friend Steve Spalding is a gem. Seriously.
He’s one of the most genuinely mensch-like good-guy trust-him-completely people I know. Meeting him in person at SXSW and getting to spend a few days hanging out with him confirmed that he really is that guy.
I cannot say enough good things about Steve. So I’ll stop trying.
His new book — All The Little Things (Get the advice you need to get your great idea out of the garage and onto the web) — is full of usefulness.
Also, right now you can read it for free because (for now) the whole thing is up on the website.
And you can do what I did and buy the PDF version with free updates forever for practically nothing ($7!? See, Steve is an amazingly generous soul) which you can do until May 15th.
Go take a look.
And he’s @sbspalding on Twitter.
Item! Jen is doing a thing!
I have raved about this before. Jen Hofmann does her amazing Office Spa Day twice a month.
You spend quality time with your office and figuring out how to make it work for you. And you clear out some piles and generally feel good about yourself.
Because being around Jen makes everything better.
This Saturday morning. May 2nd. $35. Totally worth it. You can sign up here.
I will be there. With bells on.
And she’s @inspiredjen on Twitter.
Item! I am doing a thing too!
Yep. My class on “Stuff Havi Thinks You Should Know About How To Get Really, Really Great Testimonials and Referrals Without Having To Feel Gross or Weird About it” starts this weekend.
This is not common-sense boring “oh, just get over yourself and ask” sort of stuff. It is genius techniques. It is very specific. It will change your business if you have one and it will save you years of doing stuff the stupid way if you are going to have one.
Also, there’s lots of me-answering-all-your-questions bits so that we can help you apply my techniques to whatever weird situation you’re in at the moment.
And you can sign up and get the digital homestudy version of this even if you’re not planning on coming to the classes.
Most important point here: It will cost more once the class starts.
And then you’ll start reading about people’s results and how they’re connecting with more of their Right People in a natural, organic, non-sleazy way and not having to constantly stress-out over the where is everybody thing.
And then you’ll kick yourself for not having done it now.
And then I’ll feel awful. So just sign up.
(Also: you save $100 by being able to answer one of two questions and since I am an incredibly nice person, you can get the answers to those two questions by reading Naomi’s post where beans are spilled).
That is all.
Enough with all the things that are happening.
I need to go figure out how my duck and I can accidentally get near a television tomorrow for the game.
So I’ll just wish you a happy Blustery Windsday. See you tomorrow.
Not all monsters like cookies.
A very, very short guide to interacting with monsters.
Well, fairly short.
I will, of course, never reach my goal of writing a post so short that Seth Godin could have written it.
And anyway, if Seth had written this post it would be completely brilliant and not full of parenthetical asides and also (probably) not about monsters.
But it would be short. And ideally this will be one of the shorter guides to interacting with monsters.
Point 1: It’s not a big deal that they exist. Tell them that.
You’re not the only one with a monster.
Just about everyone I know has a monster too. Pffffffft! At least. Some of us have lots of them.
Some monsters are fear-based. Some are anger-based. Some are invisible or they hide when you look for them. Some chase you and never let you see them.
Tell your monster:
“Okay. Even though you’re here, I’m not impressed. You’re just my monster. Even though I’m terrified of you, it’s not the end of the world that you exist, alright?”
Point 2: Your monster always needs something from you.
And it’s never that hard to give.
Usually you don’t want to give it because you don’t want to even think about your monster, never mind interact with it.
And sometimes you don’t want to give it because you feel resentful. He’s making your life miserable. He’s scaring your socks off. Why should you give him anything?
Well. You give him (or her — you should ask) something because that thing will be reassuring for your monster. And giving it will be reassuring for you.
And your monster will be able to stop scaring you.
Point 3: Don’t give your monster cookies unless you know he likes them.
A student of mine had a very uncomfortable experience a few weeks ago. It made her go Eeeeeeeeeeek!
Which is exactly what monsters thrive on. It makes them feel like they are doing their job and it is not very fun for you.
Her monster was enormous and terrifying and ruining her life. Not exaggerating.
And she gave it milk and cookies and some toys … and he got so mad that he gnashed his teeth and made a huge mess and tore up her space.
Crumbs. Everywhere. It was violent and scary.
Because some of her other monsters go away and play when distracted with cookies, she thought she knew just what to do.
It doesn’t work like that.
Surprising, I know. But that’s how it is. Not all monsters like cookies.
Point 4: There are ways to find out what your monster needs.
Really, the best way is to ask.
Generally you will not like doing this and I don’t blame you, because it involves talking to the thing you are trying to avoid.
So here’s what you do. You write a note. And you leave it somewhere the monster will find it.
In a closet. In a drawer. On the back of a door or something.
And here’s what you say:
“Hello, monster. I think you are my monster. I do not know what you need but Havi and her duck Selma said you needed something.
I would appreciate it if you would — in a NON-SCARY WAY, please — let me know what that thing might be. Because maybe I can give it to you. We’ll see.”
Point 5: Don’t forget to tell your monster what you need.
A lot of times your monster jumps out and frightens you because he (or she) is under the mistaken impression that this will motivate you to do your best work.
It’s kind of screwed up, but it makes sense in monster-logic.
So you’ll want to let it know that this is not working for you. You can do this in a note, too, so that you won’t have to actually encounter it.
When you say what you need, be very clear, but also use words it will understand.
Do not say: “I need you to leave me the hell alone!” Because that won’t work.
Do not say: “I need you to stop scaring me!” Because that won’t work.
But you could say: “I need to feel supported. I can’t do the thing you’re trying to help me do when I don’t feel supported.”
You could say: “I need you to occasionally sit down for a bit and listen to music and maybe sip a pink fruity-drink with an umbrella in it while I get some things done please. Would you at least consider that?”
Point 6: If you don’t know what to do with your monster, just wait.
You can say, “I don’t know what to do, monster. So I’m waiting for you to help me out here.”
Also: There are lots of things you can do while you’re waiting.
You can leave your monster a little offering. Not cookies. Unless you know it likes them. Just, you know, a little something so it knows you’re willing to negotiate.
You can draw your monster a picture!
You could even draw a portrait of your monster so you know what it looks like. Sometimes they like that. Sometimes they don’t care, but it makes you feel better.
One more thing.
Monsters, like everybody else, appreciate apologies. If you’ve been saying mean things to it or giving it cookies when it didn’t want cookies, try saying sorry. Don’t force yourself or anything. If it’s not the time, it’s not the time.
Just something to think about.
Well, that was the shortest guide to interacting with monsters that I’ve ever written.
It is incomplete. It is also too long.
Here’s the Twitter version:
Not all monsters like cookies. Ask first. Your monster will calm down when it gets what it needs. Communication is good.
PS: Here’s a picture of a monster.
When you don’t want anyone to look at you.
I spent most of my twenties not wanting to be seen.
Actually, I probably spent most of my life not wanting to be seen, but what really sticks out is the period right after I got divorced.
Not wanting to be seen (take 1)
One of the many lovely things I acquired along with the divorce was my life falling apart a horrible skin condition.
Doctors and dermatologists shrugged their shoulders and said “stress”, and “it happens”, and gave me medications that were both completely ineffective and came with a wide variety of misery-inducing side effects.
I won’t go into the complicated and tragicomic steps I took to hide both myself and the existence of this condition (which, incidentally, no one ever found out about).
Let’s just get to the real story and the point of it, because ohmygod the point.
I couldn’t stand to be seen by anyone.
Wanting to be seen (take 1)
So my mantra (conscious and unconscious, waking and sleeping) for years and years and years was please please please don’t look at me.
Then I started a business.
So … I had classes and workshops for people to take. I had services they could hire me for. Eventually (once I got over my distaste of the word “product“) I had products for them to buy if they wanted to.
Except that no one was looking. No one was looking at me. So they couldn’t use these classes and services and products that were intended to help them have less pain and fear and stuck in their lives.
I was finally ready to be seen, but I wasn’t being seen.
Being seen (take 1)
Years later. I had long forgotten the weird skin thing. I had long forgotten the painful hiding.
But it was clear to me that there was some part of me that really didn’t want to be seen because it was as if — no matter what I did — my business was invisible.
So I worked on this theme and its related patterns, getting tiny pinpricks of clarity here and there.
And then I got a healer friend to do a session with me. At the end she said we had reversed my stuck “I can’t be seen” belief and I said okay, fine.
Whatever.
That week I found out that I was being quoted in Woman’s Day.
Cue hysterical laughter.
Not wanting to be seen (take 2)
So I started being seen.
My workshops were filling up. People were calling. (No connection to the Woman’s Day thing, which as far as I know, had pretty much zero effect).
A little being seen was really nice. You know, that sweet sigh of finally, where has everyone been?!
But then I started getting more attention. A lot of attention. Lots of eyes. Lots of love.
And oh it was crippling and terrifying.
Wanting to be seen (take 2)
This time, though, it wasn’t a mystery anymore.
It was so completely obvious that I was the one sabotaging the show and that I couldn’t keep grumbling about how come nobody pays attention when I want them to.
So I started doing deeper work. Applying my own destuckification techniques. Clearing out some old stucknesses.
Renegotiating.
“Even though there is a part of me that dreads being seen, I am allowed to be terrified of being noticed. I’ve been carrying around this pattern for a lot of years and I don’t have to solve it right this second.
“Even though I have this love-hate relationship with being in the light, I’m reminding myself that this “being seen” thing isn’t about me — it’s about helping my Right People find the help they need.
“Even though I don’t know how to make peace with this yet, I am committing to working on ways to help me feel safe and comfortable as I do this work …”
I realized that if I just stopped hiding from my Right People, the rest would sort itself out.
Being seen (take 2)
It’s not like I’m done working on it. I’m not planning on erasing a lifelong pattern overnight. I like working on it.
But things have moved. A lot.
There was the day I got 7000 page views and I went yay instead of oh crap it’s not ready and what if they don’t like it and that’s too many people and aaaaaaaaaaaaargh.
That was good.
And I was on German television and in The New York Freaking Times … and instead of being petrified I was excited. And happy.
I don’t have to make my life be about how not to be seen. I’m just trying to connect with my Right People in a way that feels safe and comfortable for me … and (she types hopefully) also for them.
Yet again: the “it’s not about me” lesson. Which is (hahahaha) invariably followed by the “but it is about working on my stuff so I can stop making it about me” lesson …
(But wait, we have to know…)
Fine.
How I lived with a horrible skin condition for three years without anyone knowing about it:
I worked nights. At a very dark, smoky bar. I slept during the day.
Spent everything I earned (after rent) on medication, special skin creams from my useless dermatologist and special make-up. And very nice scarves.
No one I knew (including my best friend and my boyfriend) ever saw me either a. outside of a bar or b. not at night for nearly three years.
I kept waiting for someone to ask if I was a vampire. Or a drunk. Or a drunk vampire. But nothing.
And still I hummed my don’t-look-at-me song under my breath. Not knowing that keeping myself hidden would launch a destructive chain of events that I’d end up healing later. Or at least work on.
And now for something completely different.
Because how can we talk about not being seen without this?
Friday Check-in #38: the you really don’t want Mark Twain haunting you edition
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.
It was an odd little week. Don’t really know what to think of it yet.
So I’m going to go bake challah now.
On with the week.
The hard stuff
Eating frogs.
Who is that horrible, horrible ruin-er of my week author who came up with the idea of frog eating — the worst metaphor in the history of the world for getting stuff done?
Oh right, it’s Brian Tracy. Thanks Google.
Worse, it turns out that original seed of the idea came (completely accidentally, of course) from Mark Twain, who, upon finding out that he is now being used as an example for anything by — of all people — productivity experts decided to roll over in his grave and then vomit and then haunt the living daylights out of all of us.
But I digress.
I had a bunch of things to do this week that I really, really didn’t want to do.
Thinking about them as frogs made it worse. Thinking about them as frogs that needed to be eaten made it totally way especially worse.
It was gross and slimy and horrible. I don’t want to talk about it. Out, damned metaphor.
Massage.
I know it’s good for me, but ayiiiiiiiiiiiii.
The next day everything hurts more and it was really warm this week and I had to wear long sleeves to not scare people with all the bruises.
System changes in my business… always weird and hard.
My head hurts now too. Ow.
Guilt. Obligations.
See: frogs.
Alright. Good stuff?
The good stuff
Derby!
Even though my dear girls (Guns ‘n Rollers!) lost to the Heartless Heathers, they were still extremely bad-ass. They played hard, skated mean, and I love them.
Okay, fine. I love the Heathers too. But argh.
Bonus: I didn’t lose my voice and I didn’t get in any fights.
Also, I left Selma at home because she doesn’t like crowds. Which is too bad because duck derby would be the most awesome thing in the entire world.
I saw the most amazing film.
It’s called The Fall. And it blew my mind. To be honest, I was kind of expecting to hate it because my brother recommended it, so I was fully prepared for it to be boring and pretentious and arty and annoying.
Because I’m the worst sister in the world.
But it was incredible. And inspiring. And beautiful. You should see it.
Spring = Happy.
As if the lilacs and tulips weren’t reason enough to be frolicking around without a care in the world, it gets even better because everyone in Portland is all happy and frolicking too.
Also, my gentleman friend made me take Monday off and we went for a four hour walk in the sun, which we probably haven’t done since the last time we were in Berlin. No, that was a completely euphemism-free sentence, if you’re wondering.
Frogs?
As much as I hated some of the things I had uh … on my plate this week, we did get crazy amounts of stuff done this week.
Including – finally – putting up the new Events page and taking care of a bunch of other super important things like getting my airplane tickets to Taos and setting up a bunch of things that have been driving me crazy.
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.
Anyway, some of the gems from this week, including the occasional acetyl accidental Freudian slip.
- “I may have 2×2 of them” instead of I may have to buy two of them.
- “It’s remarkable that Seth Godin sends hats” instead of It’s remarkable, in the Seth Godin sense that…
- “making any decisions are ominous” instead of making decisions on this.
- “being a novice like that” instead of weren’t being goddess-like.
- “for your Church” instead of for your hurt (nice capitalizing, Stu).
- “These Gen-Xers are so here” instead of these insights are so huge.
Announcements!
- The Fluent Self Archives (for those of you who like to spend a quiet afternoon reading old posts) have moved. Not in the top navigation anymore.
- There is a big, happy blue starburst-ey sort of image in the sidebar right under the “free stuff” bit. It says Archives! That’s where they are.
- There is now an Events page thing (you can also find it in the navigation links at the top of any page on the website) where you can find out what I’m teaching when. (This includes both live events and online courses.) Yay.
- Speaking of which, if you are thinking about maybe signing up for the Stuff Havi Thinks You Should Know (about how to get really, really great testimonials and referrals) class, do it. This is the most affordable it’s ever going to be.*
*And if you don’t know the answers to the two questions that give you $100 off the course tuition, they’re actually in today’s post.
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.