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 hole in the system
One of the things we talk about an awful lot in my At The Kitchen Table With Havi & Selma course is systems.
Systems in business. Or in life in general.
And the more I teach about them, the more I realize how very problematic some of mine are.
Which is fine, mostly. I mean, one of the things I’m trying to convey when I talk about systems is that hey, the fact that they are always changing is actually a good thing.
Change — within limits — is something you want to have in your systems. It means you’re growing.
Plus, you know, life is flow… and all that stuff.
Okay, so things change. But ow!
It seems to me as though most challenges that tend to come up in these situations have two sources.
Maybe the system is flawed. There’s a spot where things get stuck, jammed, or fall through and get lost. Or a great system is already in place, but we’re just not using it. Which is the flaw.
Either way, there’s a hole in the system.
Concrete examples, anyone?
Three situations where systems fall down (and then get up again).
Scenario 1: the baby-bathwater thing.
A bunch of the people I work with are copywriters, designers, or coaches. They know about the importance of things like having a client-intake process.
Not to mention contracts, procedures, and stuff like that.
One of my students recently took on a rush job as a favor to a friend. She didn’t really want the job, but — for a variety of reasons — she felt pressure to take it.
Things went weird. There was some serious miscommunication. And in the end, she was unhappy and the client was unhappy and it was generally miserable. Yuck.
So we started brainstorming things she might do in the future to avoid repeating the situation. We were trying to come up with solutions both “in the hard” (the concrete steps) and “in the soft” (mental and emotional shifts).
And here’s what was interesting.
All the ideas we came up with “in the hard”? She was already doing these things, every single one.
She already had a really clear client contract that she was happy with. She already had a system for determining whether or not a potential client was one of her Right People.
Both of these things got lost in the shuffle though as soon as the “Ack! Emergency rush job!” button was pushed. Which is completely understandable — but also really uncomfortable for everyone involved.
A good system. With a hole.
Scenario 2: the misguided assumption thing.
So of course, because it’s apparently not enough for me to learn from my clients’ lessons, I just went through a similar thing myself.
I used to have a really complex system for new clients. This included — among other things — a signed agreement in which we committed to how we were going to communicate with each other. Like, clearly. And kindly.
You know what I didn’t appreciate at the time? How it totally set the tone that working with me is different. That we are doing work together that’s so important and life-altering that it deserves the full attention of our hearts.
One of the things we committed to was this:
“I understand that in the course of working together and working on my patterns, this may tap some deep emotional places in me. If I am ever feeling angry or otherwise upset with you, I agree to tell you as soon as possible.
I commit to having an open, honest conversation so we can clear it up in a healthy, compassionate, non-blaming way and both come out of this experience with a little more clarity and on good terms with each other.
Cheesy? Maybe. But whatever, people know I’m a big tree hugger before they hire me.
Anyway, I recently stopped working with clients on a long-term basis (a temporary experiment) and started doing only single sessions. It seemed kind of over-the-top to bring up this whole complicated preparation ritual for just one meeting.
If it was someone I didn’t know at all, then yeah. Out came the whole agreement. But if it was someone I knew and trusted …. I’d skip it.
This worked well enough until I worked with a client who — as it turned out — had a deep and serious pattern of misreading information, jumping to conclusions, feeling wounded, stewing quietly and then lashing out.
Without the structure and support of our commitment to communication — without that positive frame — an unhappy situation was the inevitable result.
Hole in the system. My system My responsibility.
*sigh*
Scenario 3: the “not allowing for stuff going wrong” thing.
I posted yesterday about my nine years without sugar or caffeine.
One of the things that’s easiest to forget when you make that kind of big, crazy lifestyle change is how you need to be prepared (or at least know what your options are) for situations that are outside of your control.
For example, eating out? Completely problematic.
If you’re going to be on an airplane, at a baseball game, or going to someone’s house for Thanksgiving, you’re going to be hungry. And there’s probably going to be nothing you can eat.
Not having a plan for situations like this… hole in the system.
I’ve also discovered that no matter how clear I am about what I’m not able to eat, there will always be some people who don’t believe me.
Even after I’ve done the whole “Seriously, no sugar also means no honey, no agave, no sweeteners… right, also no brown sugar… uh-huh” routine, some people are still convinced that you won’t be able to taste “just a little” sugar.
It’s not about the taste. When your body hasn’t had to process sugar for close to a decade, it can’t handle those little experiments.
So I have a system. I’m vocal about explaining what happens when I get sugared. We eat mostly at home. I pack things to take on a plane. And we avoid Thanksgiving like the plague.
But the problem is never the system. The problem is the situations that the system doesn’t cover… or the times when the system gets kicked to the curb because I feel awkward or uncomfortable about it.
So occasionally I get zapped.
I end up high as a kite. Talking a mile a minute, rapping my fist on the table, laughing hysterically, bursting into tears and having terrifying heart palpitations. The high is too high, and the low that follows is agonizing and lasts way too long.
Hole in the system.
Here’s the point.
Over and over again I find that — almost always — we already know what we need. We know what’s missing.
We’re just not doing it.
Sometimes we even know what we’re not doing and when we’re not doing it.
It keeps coming back to this:
I know that I need the systems in my business and in the rest of my life to be flexible enough that they can absorb change as it happens.
And at the same time, I need the different elements within each system to be sturdy and firm enough to hold and support me.
I need to take the time to remember what has worked for me in the past and what hasn’t. To take a close look at where the holes are and what they need from me.
To experiment. To be hopeful. Even when a system has dramatically failed to do the thing I wanted it to do, to remember what it’s like to be curious and playful instead of resigned and beaten down.
To trust myself and my instincts a little more. To trust the systems that are already in place enough to use them — not just when I feel the need for them, but as a habit.
I’m trying to think of my systems as the good guys. Because I’m pretty sure they’re there to help me and support me. We’re not exactly friends yet, but I like to think that we’re getting there.
The first five years are the hardest!
So it’s been exactly nine years since — on one especially excruciating afternoon — I quit sugar and caffeine. Or maybe it was a morning.
I’m having trouble remembering the details, but it was definitely February.
Actually, I do have this one very specific memory, but … there’s something really important I have to say before I tell you about that.
The thing I have to tell you.
I don’t often mention the no-sugar thing. Or the no-caffeine thing. Because it’s been my experience that — when it comes up — people tend to think that I’m secretly implying that they should do it too.
So let me state as clearly as I can:
The choices I make in my life are only about my life. You can totally drink coffee and eat cookies all day and I will love you just the same.
Seriously. I could not care less.
Whatever guilt or “shoulds” come up for you, they’re not coming from me. I’m sorry if talking about stuff that goes on in my life makes you feel uncomfortable about stuff going on in yours. That is never my intention.
People vary. What might be poisonous to me could be completely harmless — or even beneficial — for you.
I am not interested in being an evangelist. “You” just the way you are right now? Fine by me. I promise.
Okay, let’s get back to the story.
If you don’t count the week or so I spent curled up in a fetal position, begging for someone — anyone! — to bring me just one piece of chocolate … the first real memory I have of Life Without Sugar is this one:
The end of February. Which I remember because it was my husband’s birthday. It was sunny and beautiful. Tel Aviv. Late afternoon.
We walked past a little Italian café, and my husband bought a cup of gelato — one scoop of chocolate-something and one of pistachio-something. Or maybe it was mint-something. Anyway — it was green.
And when he offered me a taste and the answer wasn’t yes, he looked at me, incredulous.
“You’re really going through with this.”
And I realized for the first time that — yeah, I was.
And then it was a month.
I never intended to stick with it for longer than a month. And the truth is, I didn’t even expect it to make it a month.
I couldn’t even imagine it. Thirty days was pretty much the outside boundary of impossible.
But once I’d gone through that first awful part and come out on the other side … well, things were different. For one thing, I was picking up clues about the nature of my addiction and its power over me.
You seriously don’t realize that there is sugar in just about everything until you try to quit. Then every single thing you crave becomes a clue.
You wake up in the middle of the night, dying for a bowl of corn flakes or a spoonful of spaghetti sauce. A can of corn, a handful of crackers — if you’ve got to have it, expect to find out that it’s loaded with factory-installed sugar.
I’d indulge the latest craving for a couple of days and then eliminate that one as well. It was hard. I didn’t have then the techniques that I have now.
Or the patience.
But I was noticing the sensations that accompany change. And it was fascinating. Painful, yes. And fascinating.
The noticing.
It took a week or so for the fog to clear. But when it did a few things happened.
I would open my eyes in the morning and be absolutely wide awake. Things made sense. The space around me was clearer. The sensations of morning, crisper.
And then there was this energy. The desire to take long walks in the morning, to work and think and create all day, followed by a natural desire to fall exhausted into bed at night.
The holes in my life that I had been filling with sugar and caffeine — they weren’t gone. Other things came in to feed the old patterns instead. I didn’t have the tools to understand that yet.
But I was awake. I was free, or at least felt more free than I had ever been before. And I was noticing so many things about how I interacted with myself. Most of these depressed the hell out of me, but the noticing felt really powerful and true.
What I know now.
When my clients and I work on habits now, we focus on getting to the root of these patterns, to the thing behind the thing. I didn’t know about that yet, so I didn’t have ways to pacify the hurt, to interact with the shame, to meet my pain with comfort and compassion.
If I were going to do this quitting thing again, things would be different. Obviously.
I’d get help. Hypnotherapy. EFT or TAT. Acupuncture. Emergency Calming Techniques.
And then I’d figure out what needs were hiding out inside the pattern I wanted to shift. Needs for sweetness in my life. And comfort. And ritual. And reassurance. And pleasure.
And instead of falling into the old pattern of resenting myself for needing those things, I’d look for other ways to give them attention. And affection.
But I’m not …. I don’t know, tortured by regret or anything like that. The way it happened is the way it happened.
And what I wish someone had told me.
That one month would turn into nine years and it wouldn’t be such a big deal.
That rewriting this habit the wrong way would teach me so much about all sorts of possible right ways.
That — despite my expectation that my whole life without sugar and caffeine would be sluggish, painful and tasteless — I’m actually energized. And my perception of taste has changed so dramatically that now everything is sweet.
A slice of tomato. A handful of raisins. Hazelnuts. Instead of having to look for the thing that will give me sweetness, that sweetness is everywhere. My whole system has re-calibrated itself.
Crazy.
Why I’m telling you all this.
Most of the people I know spend way too much time — completely understandably, of course — feeling guilty about the changes they haven’t made yet.
And about everything that’s getting in the way.
And all I want is to hug them and say that there’s nothing wrong with taking time — even a long, long, very long time — to process all the stuff that needs to be processed to make that change.
The most important thing you can do is to catch yourself doing the guilt thing — and then reminding your guilt that it’s not helping you.
Change through “I think I like you and I want us to feel better” is so much healthier than change through “you’d better get your act together, you lazy, incompetent etc.”
Less depressing, too. And considerably more sustainable.
Honestly? I’d rather see people working on their relationship with their “shoulds” than to see them forcing themselves to make uncomfortable changes because of the old “you need power and discipline, loser” mantra.
Because self-mastery can bite me.
Working on your stuff with patience? And kindness? How completely revolutionary.
I’ll drink to that. 🙂
Friday Check-in #30: the “Fourway Pratfall” 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.
My gentleman friend has warned me — probably correctly — that sooner or later people may get sick and tired of me bitching about carpal tunnel and the whole healing process thing.
And because he’s probably right, this week I’m going to do my best to find something else to complain about. 🙂
The hard stuff
Adjusting to new hours.
Because of the thing that I’m not talking about this week, I’m working fewer hours. Which is a good thing.
After all, I did nothing but complain last year about how I wanted more time. And hey, now I have it.
So I’m trying to talk this out with my body, attempting to reassure it that I don’t need pain to be the mechanism that allows me to take time off.
In the meantime though, I get frustrated with how little I get done. With how quickly things change. With how much more focused I need to be. Or think I need to be.
Stupid learning experiences! Yeah, yeah. Don’t even say it.
Deadlines.
Working on way too many projects. And definitely feeling the pressure.
Again, the thing that we’re not talking about this week (I’m really good at this, aren’t I?) is making everything tighten up. Which is, ironically, kind of the problem to begin with.
So I’ve been spending a lot of time in meditation. Doing relaxation exercises. Some emergency calming techniques. And practicing patience. Practicing trust.
It’s been interesting. And hard.
But hey, lots of wackiness in the meditation which means that you’ll have some entertaining reading coming up soon.
It snowed again
It’s practically March here in beautiful Portland. This is getting ridiculous!
The good stuff
Getting slightly better on the voice-to-text software.
Okay, so I’m still not having much luck when it comes to web browsing with this thing. And writing code drives me crazy.
But the talking thing? Genius. Pure genius.
I talked all my posts this week. Also my emails to Marissa (the only person who gets email from me). And was able to give long and detailed answers to people’s questions at the Kitchen Table — all through a microphone.
It hardly ever makes mistakes. Well I guess I should say that I hardly ever make mistakes. Because it’s actually always right.
But sometimes it seriously cracks me up. Like whenever I want to spit three times to avert the evil eye? Instead of writing tfu tfu tfu, it will always choose “tofu tofu tofu”. Which is way funnier, clearly.
So though I still kind of hate it, we’re having some hilarious “getting to know you” moments together. It already knows biggified, stuckification and oy vey. Still working on “asshat” though.
My clients rock.
The people I’m working with now are so smart and so capable and so much fun. We’re biggifying the heck out of things, dissolving stucknesses like nobody’s business.
You know, it took so long to figure out who my Right People were. There were so many despairing moments where I thought we might never find each other.
I wish someone had told me how much better it gets. Because we’re — as my friend Jane’s mom would say — cooking with gas.
You are going to be seeing big things from these people. Trust me on this.
Bananagrams!
So we were hanging out with Jolie this week and then she pulled a creepy banana shaped sack out of her purse and insisted we play with her.
You already know that we (me, my brother, my gentleman friend and Selma) are hard-core Boggle addicts. So it’s not like it’s that hard to get us to play a game that involves words.
I have to say… it was ridiculously fun. Right now I’m making do going on long Twitter pun runs with Jeff Moriarty. But I may have to get back to the Bananagrams soon.
Ez lives here! Yes, I know. This is not news.
But we have such a good time together.
Like the other day we walked to Powell’s. and went on an Expotition. Just like Winnie the Pooh.*
* Nice job, voice-to-text robot, recognizing the Winnie the Pooh reference.
And we keep coming up with names for the fake rock bands to open for our fake rock band, Euphonious Maximus: Charlatans at Large.
Like the Pneumatic Mushrooms. Four-way Pratfall. And a hundred more that I’ve already forgotten.
Also he makes a mean tzatziki.**
** No, not “tsetse key”, voice to text robot that is not even a robot. Clearly we need to feed you more yoghurt+garlic+cucumber sauce.
And … the award for the most bizarre thing to show up in my mailbox this week goes to …
It’s Hiro! And not really bizarre at all. Just beautiful.
She sent me a string of stunning Russian jade prayer beads. I love them. They’re hanging up in my office right now.
Which is appropriate, given that I’m taking Jen’s inspired organizing class where a huge part of what she talks about is how the work we do is sacred. About how wonderful it could be if we treated our workspace with the love and respect that it probably deserves.
So the timing on this gift? Phenomenal. Sending love to Hiro. And love to Jen. And love to my office.
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.

p.s. If you haven’t signed up for the class that Naomi and I are teaching about not being impressed by the fact that there’s a recession … well, I don’t actually know how to end this sentence other than to say that you really should.
We’ll be giving you a ton of “hey, here are the smart steps you should be taking to actually make some money despite the fact that things are kind of crappy” ideas. If you implement even part of one of them, you’ll have earned your $19 back.
In (as they say) spades.
Birthdays, existential crises, and talking about the recession.
I spent about an hour and a half talking to Naomi this weekend. About the usual stuff… you know, stuff we’re working on, stuff we’re thinking about, how my duck is a whore.
About how much it sucks that we’re so far away from each other, and how great it will be when we trounce Pam Slim in the world’s sexiest pillow fight at the slumber party that is going to be us at SXSW. Then we’re going after Colleen and Sonia. At least I hope we are. I’ve never actually met Naomi. She might be a spindly little troll.
For now, though, that’s the plan!
But back to the mission:
But mostly we really talk about changing the world. About our mission.
About our own personal stucknesses (especially the blessing-curse of being a softhearted, highly sensitive, prone-to-tears Pisces) that sometimes get in the way of our mission.
And about the stucknesses that get in the way of our Right People doing the thing they so desperately want to do. Because it’s their mission. Their thing.
It’s cool because there aren’t that many people I know who really, truly get what I think of as my purpose. What it means. Naomi gets it — because she shares it.
I wish there were a less cheesy way to talk about things like this, but there you have it.
All this waxing philosophical makes me thirsty.
Anyway, all this deep talk about Meaning and Life Work and stuff got us all verklempt (or “pertinent”, if you’re my voice-to-text software).
Or drunk, if you’re Naomi.
Because I’m a sensitive mouse. I can get all emotional about my work and how important it is to me. It isn’t pretty.
And even though Naomi wouldn’t admit publicly to being a sensitive mouse, whatever. She’s a sensitive mouse of a delicate flower wrapped in a petunia and swaddled in moonbeams. We all know the truth.
So at this point we were deep into the dark existential crisis of confronting our purpose and stuff. And then we remembered that oh, right, this is just standard pre-birthday angst.
Oh. Right. That.
Yeah. So my birthday is next Saturday (the 7th) and Naomi’s is the day after that (the 8th). Which means: of course it’s feeling-emotional-about-life-and-purpose time. Again.
We calmed the hell down. Felt much better.
Well, after some more angsty hair-tearing about what it means to be getting older. Which is hilarious, because Naomi’s still practically a teenager and also doesn’t have any hair.
What we want for our birthday.
Actually, what we want for our birthday is what we want all the time.
To know that we’re doing everything we can to help our people — our Right People — feel safe, supported and loved.
To work through more of our own crap so that we can get better at feeling safe, supported and loved.
And help our people do it too.
So they can do the thing. And feel good about doing it. And help their Right People.
Yes, we’re gooey romantic idealists.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like we don’t like fansocks. Because we do. A lot.
It’s just that we’re also we take what we do (and what it means to us) really, really seriously. Uh, in a fun way! Like, the way religious zealots have fun. If they have fun. Never mind.
This is what we’re doing for our birthday.
We put together a special class to teach. About the biggest stuckness out there right now — this whole recession thing.
Our take on it, our advice, our “this is what I would do if I were you” ranting and the absolute best stuff we’ve got.
Because right now this is it. This is the stuckness we’re seeing the people we care about struggle with. And seeing people stuckified — especially when it’s the people we worry about the most — depresses the hell out of us. Because it’s awful and hard. And often unnecessary.
So yeah, we’re celebrating our birthdays by teaching what we know and what we believe in. I already mentioned the zealot thing, right?
Details if you want them.
This is not on the actual day, of course. I’ll be spending the Havi-and-Naomi birthday weekend in retreat. Meditation. Yoga. More meditation. And Naomi will be in a bathtub of gin or something. I don’t know. Ask her!
The point is, we’re doing this thing on Wednesday, March 4th instead. Though really, we’ll be giving everyone who registers for the class a copy of the recording.
So you could listen on our birthday weekend if you’re an obsessive stalker. Or the week after that if you’re just a regular person. Or whenever.
We made a little page about it over at HaviandNaomi.com.*
* Warning: it is kind of curse-ey. Naomi has to warn her people that I’m a total hippie, so it’s only fair that I warn you: curse-ey. There.
If you’re joining us … yay! Because knowing that you’re taking steps to destuckify with us is totally better than fansocks.
And even if you can’t, that’s cool too. Because knowing that you’re around and that you’re part of this work we’re doing is already a big deal. I mean that.
Warning: about to get mushy.
A tiny declaration of love.
It’s kind of crazy, but my work and my writing and my “hi, I’m documenting and modeling my working-on-my-stuff process even when it gets messy” thing has allowed me to meet the best people ever.
Naomi, for one.
Also, people who love my duck or at least don’t think I’m cuckoo for having one. People who get excited about the possibility of having a conscious, intentional, non-cheesy relationship with themselves and their stuff.
People like you.
So really, this is already a pretty sweet birthday and an amazing year.
Actually, I have all these other incredibly mushy things I want to say but this whole post is already a turning into the world’s most embarrassing confession. So I’ll stop right here!
And just say that I’m really freaking happy that we’re in this thing together.
Item! Incoherent rambling!
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.
So the hardest posts for me to write — I mean, “write” — are the ones like this.
Where dictation software meets incoherent rambling meets a bunch of links.
I ended up writing chunks of it by hand and then filling in some of the blanks with my voice-to-text software thingy. It’s mostly working. If it doesn’t drive me crazy.
And if it does, you’ll be the first to hear about it! Complete with deranged cackling! Mwahahaha, etc.
Okay. Let’s do this thing.
Item! Post No. 13 in a series that is the only thing standing between me and a thousand open browser windows.
Item! Cake! But not really.
Heidi is marvelous. So is this post.
“Moods change. Minds change. Weather changes too. Friends move or move on. Loved ones pass away. Leases end. Economies dip and
diedive. But I’m the one I’ll go to bed and wake with till the day I die. It may sound obvious but it’s not something I’ve always appreciated.”
You know you want to read more, right?

Item! Speaking of vulnerability.
This post from Christine Martell is open, honest and incredibly powerful. You don’t often get to read someone’s deep, dark, secret thoughts about where their business is going.
Power.
“I’m realizing I created tools to help people feel more connected and alive inside organizations, to combat soul death. I created soul death for myself doing it.”
She’s @cmartell on Twitter if you’re a Twitterite.

Item! Yum! Also just fun.
My friend Denise finally started a blog. Which is wonderful.
Also she says things like this:
“Mouthwatering menu? Check! Bucket of butter? Check!”
How can you not adore her? Also, the chronicles of her “I just quit my job so I went to France to eat stuff!” adventure are highly entertaining.
I am super curious to see what comes into this space and what she’s going to end up doing, but keep an eye on her. I’m predicting all sorts of interesting things.
She’s @deniseds on Twitter.

Item! An open letter to social mavens!
We love Erika. She really gets us Highly Sensitive types. Also, she’s a fellow shivanaut.
This post — an open letter to social mavens and shivanauts — is super interesting. And I’m pretty sure it’s still interesting even if you’re not (yet) one of the wacky.
And she’s @LifeBlazing on Twitter.

Item! This is gorgeous!
A bunch of people wrote some amazing letters last week after my imploring them to do so and then writing a personal ad to my closet.
This one from Tiara Shafiq is hot hot hot.
“We will dress up in black and red and sequins and struff our stuff at burlesque balls. We will commune with artists and break the bread of inspiration. We will launch other people’s feathered dreams.”
Right?
She’s @divabat on Twitter, if you’re interested. And I mean, come on! Who wouldn’t be?

Item! Upcoming!
Wendy Cholbi and Mynde Mayfield are doing a (no-cost) teleclass tomorrow — Thursday — about terror of technology and useful tools for non-scary business planning.
They’re so much fun. And it looks like really good stuff. Take a look.

Item! MORE upcoming!
So … more details to come, but mark your calendar for now.
Selma and I will be flying out to North Carolina to teach a live (like, in-person) workshop the weekend of May 23rd. I know!
Destuckifying, wacky yoga brain training, good times. Save the date. Because we’re going to do some damage, is all I’m saying.
We’re only doing four live events this year and one of them is in Germany, so if there’s any way you can swing it, this is it. 🙂

That is all.
That’s enough, right?
Happy, happy reading. Happy Blustery Windsday. See you tomorrow.
