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 #25: kitchen freakout 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.

Wow. What an overwhelming week in every possible way. Overwhelmingly great, overwhelmingly hard.

I’m kind of shaking my head at the whole thing in a mixture of shock, awe, dismay and “maybe I’ll have more to say once I catch up on sleep.”

Since I spent most of this week and most of my energy At The Kitchen Table, most of today’s chicken check-in is centered there.

I guess some other stuff happened too. Let’s see …

The hard stuff

Exhausted.

Didn’t sleep well this week.

Makes everything foggier. Screws with my morning meditation and with yoga.

And then, despite how annoying it is, you kind of forget about it.

I’ve been noticing that I can stay in grumblebug mode for a while until something reminds me to stop and say, “Oh, right. That’s why I’m having all this hard today.”

The Kitchen Table. It is as big a project as I’d been scaring myself with.

During the months and months of planning this huge, huge project, I had to work through mad amounts of stucknesses and general fears about growth.

And one of my biggest fears was really just … holy crap, this is the biggest thing I’ve ever done … what if it’s too big for me?

It really is big.

We have 80 people. I’m actually shutting the doors until the next quarter, maybe longer, because this is as big as I want it for right now.

Eventually I’ll share with you guys my List Of Jackass Mistakes I’ve Made … though at this point I’m kind of leaning towards a “you can’t think of everything” philosophy.

Which is kind of getting on my nerves too.

Oof! You can’t think of everything!

Before I launched this impossibly huge program, I hired people like crazy to help me with it.

And one of the people I hired was Charlie, which was a great idea because he’s very methodical and has the whole army background and serious leadership skills. Plus he’s a philosopher so those other things don’t make me hate him.

Anyway, Charlie is absolutely wonderful and we did all sorts of strategic planning together. What if this happens. What if that happens. What’s our Plan B and Plan C and Plan D for these scenarios.

And so on.

And thank goodness because otherwise the whole thing would have remained a twinkle in my eye.

But of course none of those things we strategized for have happened and a gazillion things we never could have thought of have come up instead.

Yeah, I know we’re going to be able to work through all of them but right now am feeling really bowled over by all the challenges.

Also, I find it quite irritating that one can’t think of everything. Why not?!?!

Don’t answer that.

Success: just as challenging as failure.

So one of the things Charlie and I strategized for was the forum environment.

How it should look, how it should feel, how to create a sense of safety and home. How to make sure it doesn’t become uncomfortable in … again, every way we could think of.

I wrote a really fun guidebook and had three people edit it. Blah blah blah.

But really a lot of our thinking around the forum was centered on “how do we make it active?

Well, it never occurred to any of us that out of the first 75 people, about 65 of them would be really, really active in the forum areas without any prodding or help from us.

I’ve been involved in online forum thingies for years and have never, ever seen anything like this. And everyone there is saying the same thing.

Last night I was in there at 11 p.m. (yes, way past bedtime), and I just checked in again (it’s 6 a.m. as I’m writing this) and there are 45 unread posts since then.

I’d set up all sorts of structures and created all sorts of plans for things not taking off, but now I need structures for the thing I never expected to happen.

My poor sweet Kitchen Table-ers are overwhelmed, my group leaders are overwhelmed, I’m overwhelmed. We’re working on it, but it’s hard.

And that’s just one of the many “not thinking big enough” mistakes I’ve made.

Let’s move on to the good stuff before I grasp the terrifying enormity of this again and start bawling.

The good stuff

The Kitchen Table.

Every single one of the people who have joined this program is just amazing. Amazing is not an adequate word.

I have never in all my life been privileged to spend time with a group of people like this one. I love them all. Wholeheartedly.

They’re interesting, thoughtful, caring, compassionate, insightful … fun. All of them. I can’t get over it.

I can’t even tell you how many of the applications made me cry because they were so wonderful.

No idea what I’ve done to have so many special people come into my life and into my business, but I’m going to try and keep doing it.

Wow.

CrankyPants McGrumbleBug’s Kvetchtastic Whine Bar!

The smartest thing I did at the Kitchen Table was set up a designated space for people (and me) to bitch and moan loudly and get hugs … without anyone throwing advice at you or anything.

It’s pretty much my favorite place to hang out in the entire world. And now I will stop talking (finally, sorry) about my new baby.

I have an Angel Refueling Station!

Okay, I have to mention the Kitchen Table one more time because that’s where I got this idea, from one of the fabulous participants.

He said, “Even angels need refueling stations!”

And I thought, huh, where’s mine?

So I have this empty closet in my office. And now it’s my angel refueling station. I put a sign on the door to that effect. And there are some pillows. Pillows!

My gentleman friend saw the sign and said “?????????”

To which I said, “You know, an angel refueling station.”

And he said, “Angels? Now you’re bringing angels into the house?”

And I said, “No, silly. It’s for me and Selma!”

And then we had tea. Possibly with some angels.

Ez lives here!

Eventually I’m going to have to stop announcing this each week because I’ll get used to it, but having my brother living with us is just so, so perfect.

I LOVE HIM!

The fun. It is out of control.

A yoga thing. Oh hooray. I love this.

So this is weird because as you know, I kind of hate stuff. And hardly ever buy things.

And I tend to especially dislike yoga-related stuff because, you know, it’s yoga. You don’t need stuff to do yoga.

So the whole yoga-merchandise industry gets on my nerves like nobody’s business.

Meanwhile, I’m flying to Austin this week for a yoga retreat* which means mats. And a bag to carry them in.

My bag … falling apart completely.

And then I found the most perfect, beautiful bag in the entire world and I am madly in love with it. So there!

Arrived this week and I could not be happier about it.

*Just apologizing in advance to anyone there for the fact that I won’t have time to see you because it’s mad yoga the whole time. But I’ll be there for SXSW, okay?

One last thing!

Last day to register for Cairene’s Bite The Candy course!

It’s time management stuff but not the the stressful and annoying kind.

I am a hardcore fan of her work (and overjoyed that she agreed to be a Group Leader in the Kitchen). This class is so reasonably priced it’s actually unreasonable.

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.

Stupid “networking”. Grumble! Twitter!

Monday night I was at this “networking” event. Sorry for the air quotes.

It’s just such a depressing word. I honestly can’t even say it without hearing Nelson from The Simpsons mocking me: “Ha ha! You’re a grownup!

Gah. Networking.

But that’s not even where I’m going with this.

If you’re one of my clients you’re totally thinking hey, she’s going teach one of her word reframing techniques.

Like, we’ll do a spot of magic (Mary Poppins voice, yes) and either turn “networking” into something I can like again or make up a new, improved and thoroughly less sucky word for it.

New! Improved! Less Sucky!

And actually, if I ever get around to wrapping up the Tuesday Blogging Therapy series, I have another series waiting to go that’s all about that.

You know, taking words we hate (eeeeeeeew, marketing) and figuring out where the stuck is, reconfiguring the patterns and coming up with something better.

But astonishingly — and maybe for the first time in my life — I don’t feel like talking about words. I’d rather talk about what I figured out on Monday.

Quickie definition because I can’t help myself.

Fine. Whatever. So for our purposes let’s just assume that “networking” in and of itself is not gross or icky per se, and that it’s just about meeting cool people.

Cool people who might also share my excitement about the stuff I do or cool people that I can possibly help with something. Yay, helping people!

Twitter has ruined my life! But, you know, in a good way.

I met Kim Dushinski a few years ago while taking a course (the best way to “network” outside of Twitter).

She recently wrote a post about how “networking” with Twitter people is way, way more fun and productive than the old way. You should read it.

Basically, the idea is that if you walk into a “networking” room and you already know people there from Twitter, you know what they do and what they’re like. And whether or not you like them.

So your conversations don’t have to be absurdly awkward and artificial. And you don’t have to dust off some ridiculous elevator speech. Ahhhhhhh. Much better.

What’s that? You’re not on Twitter? Read this again. And then consider the fact that this blog would not exist without Twitter. This is not open for debate, guys. Get. On. Twitter.

So … in practice.

Anyway, I went to this event. And there were some Twitter people there … though not as many as you’d think given that this was kind of a warm-up for Portland people headed to SXSW Interactive. Hello, interactive.

And yeah, I’ll be at SXSW. But not to “network” or anything.

No. To hang out in real life with some of my dearest Twitter friends (who peer-pressured me into going). To have the world’s best slumber party with Pam and Naomi and Nathan. Stuff like that.

Anyway, I was at this thing. And no one knew who I was, which was somewhat disconcerting. But all sorts of people recognized Selma and came over to say hi to her.

I met some great people. I mean, great people. Not just saying “great” to be nice. Smart, funny, goofy, easy-to-talk to people. And it was actually really fun.

But I still don’t care. Until March I’m planning on staying home and live-twittering from the chaise lounge that is my desk.

Here’s why doing stuff in real life doesn’t measure up.

Well, maybe not “doing stuff”. Doing stuff rocks.

Real life … I’m for it!

But specifically the “networking” part: going out in order to wander around a room full of strangers and talk to them about things when you could do it online instead? That’s what I mean.

In no particular order:

1. Eye contact. Making it.
It’s a hard and awkward thing.

Everyone’s in some little group. And then if you’re in a little group and you see someone else wandering around aimlessly, it’s difficult to grab them and bring them in.

On Twitter you don’t need to make eye contact. You just respond to someone if you feel like it. Or not. It’s not a big deal.

2. There’s no good way to start a conversation.
Because in real life it’s completely random to just charge up and start talking to someone with no introduction or preamble. Even if it is a “networking” event.

You still have to smile and offer your hand and say “Hi, I’m so and so and this is my duck”.

Actually, I’m the only one who has to say that, but you know what I mean.

And then they ask what you do. It’s awful.

It’s even more awful because you instantly forget what you do, and proceed to launch into your impressive stuttering-fool routine until something mercifully ends it and you can just start talking to each other.

On Twitter you just start talking. Casually. No introductions. You can even talk to yourself and other people will join in.

Plus there’s that handy bio so you don’t have to actually present yourself. You’re in.

3. There’s no good way to end a conversation.
In real life you have to actually say something to indicate that a conversation is done.

And it’s usually something embarrassing and stupid like “Gee, I should go say hi to so and so” or “Looks like I need to go get drunk” or “Well, I’m going to go mingle.”

Also, because not lying is part of my yoga practice, most of the things you would normally say to end a conversation are not actually things that I can get away with saying.

On Twitter you can casually wander off and it doesn’t mean anything. Which reminds me. . .

4. Awkward moments.
On Twitter there aren’t really so many of these.

If Communicatrix says something hysterical and I say something back and she doesn’t reply, I’m not being snubbed.

It might be that she started doing something else at that moment. Maybe she’s working now. Or maybe she’s twittering on her phone and not getting all replies.

Maybe 75 different people replied to her and she can’t answer each one individually because that would be insane.

Whatever. It doesn’t matter. The point is that it has nothing to do with me and I don’t look like an idiot.

In real life, if I say something in response to someone else and they ignore me, I feel foolish. And if I ignore something someone says to me, I’m a rude and horrible person.

On Twitter, it’s just the stream. Stuff flows. It’s not a big deal. There aren’t awkward pauses. There’s just times when you’re overlapping and connecting and times when you’re not.

5. Stalking people: way less creepy.
In real life, if I’d wanted to get the aforementioned Communicatrix to eat hot buttered biscuits with me, I would have had to move to Los Angeles and follow her around. For years.

And it still probably wouldn’t have worked. And I’d be in Los Angeles.

Thanks to Twitter, I was able to casually be smart and funny in her general vicinity until she decided she had to have hot buttered biscuits with me.

Reverse stalking: less expensive and way more fun.

6. Getting dressed: what’s up with that?
Finding something that’s not yoga clothing and is clean and presentable? It takes time.

Also, what a useless, annoying thing to have to do. Really. If I were the sort of person who cared about things like matching socks I’d stop running my own business and apply for a “real” job.

And a gazillion other things that I can’t be bothered to list.

Like business cards and where to put them. Or how there’s nowhere to go when you don’t feel like talking to anyone.

Or how it’s not polite to roll your eyes. Even when people say things like “What’s Twitter?

So yeah, I’m done.

If you’re at SXSW, I’ll be the one with the duck. And the mismatched socks. And crumbs on my face. Stop by and say hi to Selma. We’re really nice.

But until then? I’m staying home. Or sitting in a cafe. Or going biscuit-ing with one of my Twitter friends.

p.s. If you’re feeling tempted to give me “networking” advice, save it for your blog. Because being a cranky misanthrope works just fine for me on Twitter.

Item! I renege on the goofiness!

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.

I know I promised goofiness yesterday, but …. yeah, sorry.

No goofiness.

Tired and cranky. I’ll tell you about it later.

But hey, lots of great stuff to read! Happy Wednesday.

Item! Post No. 9 in a series that I love even though it continues to not really have a clear purpose or function.

Item! I am a sensitive flower!

I was reading this post by Kate about Selective Sound Sensitivity Syndrome … and was so fascinated/shaken up by it that it was only at the end that is sunk in how weird it is that my blog had inspired her to write it.

Part of me wishes I’d never heard of SSSS (which, I must say, seems a very inappropriate name for it).

Part of me wishes desperately that I’d known about it as a kid.

I have memories of my mother chastising me for being too noisy while eating apples or for swallowing too loudly.

And just wanting to disappear and never be noticed again. Hello, pattern!

When all along it was probably her own hypersensitivity and had nothing to do with me at all. Realizing this totally made me want to cry.

But it was also a really useful thing to have read.

Item! Noise!

Speaking of sensitivity, another useful and thought-provoking post about noise and what it does to us. This one from brand-new Shivanaut Joan Spear.

Also, note the picture with the sweetest little boy in the entire world. Seriously. I look at that picture and just want to schnuggle that kid and cover him in kisses.

Item! This is one of the most profound posts about the self-work process that I’ve ever read!

Diane confronts her demon, recognizes that it’s not actually a demon, still doesn’t like it and puts it under a tree, and bravely documents the whole process for us.

A beautifully written piece that everyone should read.

Item! Having someone believe in you is (yes, still) incredibly powerful!

So I’ve been thinking about this a lot in the past few weeks. Specifically with regard to my complicated relationship with writing, but also in a much larger sense.

And even posted about it and made a declaration to you.

This is an astoundingly moving story from Emma that demonstrates this principle wonderfully. It made me cry. But in a good way.

I’ve read this post six times. Seriously. Read it.

Item! Would you like to read a story about a building? Because I think you should.

This piece from Ulla Hennig (Old and new — a story from Berlin) is just lovely.

I’ve never liked Potsdamer Platz … too lonely for me. A lot of Berlin is pretty haunted and there are parts where I simply cannot go without falling apart. It was so sweet to have the building’s perspective on this one.

Also, this is kind of off-topic but I find that most of the buildings in Berlin are especially chatty. They’re constantly telling me stories. Some are better stories than others, of course.

This one is a good one!

Item! This is sad! But there is also comfort in it.

This post by Black Hockey Jesus about seasons and writing and loss just blew me away.

I like all his stuff but this one struck me as especially poignant and especially important, somehow.

Item! You should read this (hilarious) book! Plus I have an extra copy!

If you hang out here much, you probably know Johnny B. Truant, writer of the blog The Economy Isn’t Happening, who hangs out here in the comments and says weird and witty things.

If you hang out on Twitter (and really, why aren’t you there so I can buy you a drink?), then you also know that I am quite enamored of his fantastically zany blog which is one of my favorite things to read.

Anyway, he put out a book called *May Contain Nuts, which is highly entertaining and generally wonderful.

And because he’s my obsessive stalker exceptionally thorough, he sent me two copies.

One of them you can’t have! Mine! Mine!

Sorry, got distracted. But the other copy of his marvelous book? I’ll happily send it to one of you lovely people.

Say something in the comments about how much you adore Johnny B., and I’ll make Marissa choose someone to send it too, because I’m the worst person to work for in the entire world.

Or I could draw from a hat. Assuming I can find one that I’m not actually wearing at the moment.

That is all.

Apologies for the lack of goofy. Hope you got as much good stuff out of the links as I did.

Our fairly normal posting schedule will continue. At least until next Wednesday. Because who knows what can happen on a Wednesday.

Selma and I will be back to our usual stuff tomorrow. And may even have slept, which (I hear) does wonders for everything.

Blogging Therapy: Finding your safe space.

Blogging, man. It’s hard enough without having to worry about getting squished between the pressure to “be yourself” and the pressure to “be like everyone else”.

Stupid experts! Contradicting themselves! Gah.

Oh, it’s Tuesday again. Again! Which means it’s time for the latest installment — number sixteen — in our ever-lengthening Blogging Therapy series.

Which is kind of about blogging and mostly about working on stuckified patterns and giving them some love.

You don’t need to have a blog or be a writer to be here. Or care about the world of blog.

And you definitely don’t have to have read the other posts in the series. Though if you’d ever like to, they’re right here:

Part 1. What if people are mean to me?
Part 2. What if I throw a party and no one shows up?
Part 3. Why even bother when there are already other people doing it better?
Part 4. What do I saaaaaaaaaaaaaaay?
Part 5. Help! Perfectionism! Gaaaaak!
Part 6. But I’m not an EXPERT!
Part 7. Don’t make me be vulnerable!
Part 8. I just don’t have the time!
Part 9. What if someone READS what I wrote?
Part 10. But I’ll never be popular!
Part 11. De-shouldifying.
Part 12. A bunch of questions.
Part 13. Finding your voice.
Part 14. Worry. Worry. Worry.
Part 15. Learn from my mistakes.

Whew. That list is getting kind of insane.

Okay, on to some Useful Questions and a bit of philosophizing that totally has a point.

“How can I ‘be myself’ on my blog when I feel so much pressure to do what other people are doing or advising me to do?”

Here’s what happens when you do what everyone else does.

You stop being you. And whatever you were interested in starts losing its appeal.

Right now just about everyone is listening to the same experts … and they end up doing mostly the same thing.

The result being, of course, that most sites and experts sound exactly the same.

At this point in the game, not following expert advice is probably the smartest thing you can do.*

*We can talk more next week about why you shouldn’t listen to anyone, even me!

“But I want people to take me seriously.”

That makes sense. You’re saying you feel anxious that if you let too much of yourself into your writing, people will judge you or think it’s unprofessional? Is that right?

I get that. It is a pretty terrifying idea.

Here’s what I think. There are so many places we can get information online. There are so many people just giving it away.

Which means there’s choice like crazy. As someone who actively consumes information, I can get it from an absolutely mind-boggling variety of sources.

I could learn about stuff like marketing and copywriting from a gazillion different people. But I’d rather learn from Naomi because she’s my kind of nutjob. She’s super smart and outrageously funny.

And just kind of outrageous. Like, in general.

“Hmmmm. I don’t know.”

Will some people run away from Naomi as fast as possible? For sure. But the rest of us are devoted fans. Which means that she’s allowed to have fun in her business.

And really, if you can’t have fun, you might as well go back to (shudder) working in an office. Or, in my case, at a bar. Because you’re never getting me in an office.

Sorry, I got distracted by my rant.

Here’s the point:

The more you you are in your writing, the easier it is for your Right People to say yes to whatever you’re teaching or offering.

If your people can choose between an insane amount of experts (and they generally can), chances are they’ll go for the one who has a personality.

“But I don’t have an obnoxious curse-ey personality like Naomi or a kooky yoga lady personality like you and Selma.”

Good. That would be boring.

It’s much, much better if you can be yourself.

Having a personality (or letting one show) doesn’t mean you have to be loud or boisterous or goofy or anything, really. It just means that some of your you-ness gets to be present.

You’re giving it space to exist and to breathe and maybe even to thrive.

Again, you’re just making it easier for me to say yes to you if I can tell you’re different from the wall of experts.

Yeah, scary. And yet, being different from everyone else has done nothing but help me.

Even though everyone said that I shouldn’t tell anyone that my business partner is a duck because apparently that’s weird or something.

Resonance.

When you try to sound like everybody else, you’re not in resonance with yourself.

The energy is wrong. Something feels false. Cognitive dissonance like crazy. And people will pick up on it.

When you let yourself sound like it’s actually you, that’s where the resonance comes from.

Yay, resonance. And when you’re in resonance, everything you write will be interesting. And real.

And you know what? People will be drawn to that because a unique, authentic voice is just about the sexiest thing in the entire world.

Then, when the kind of people you actually like are showing up, and you’re feeling comfortable, you can start figuring out what they need to receive and what you need to give.

The main thing is that you’re feeling like it’s you. Sure, you don’t have the false safety of the biggified expert cloak.

You have something better than that.

Safety.

Obviously being all yourself and everything out loud is a scary and uncomfortable concept.

So you don’t want annoying buzzwords like “vulnerability” and “transparency” and “authenticity” to become Shoulds that bully you into exposing more than is comfortable.

It’s really about taking the time to notice, “Hey, I’m needing to feel safe and supported here. What can I do that will help me access some of that safety without having to wall myself off in boring expert-ness?”

Because yeah, we don’t want you to end up being so protective of your true voice that you become some boring expert clone.

And at the same time, of course it’s important to feel safe and supported and loved. Everyone needs shelter sometimes.

Finding that safe space.

My wonderful friend Mark Silver talks about “veiling the Jewel” — the idea is that you uncover a beautiful quality that informs all your work and then you create a safe place for it.

I thought this was incredibly cheesy the first time I encountered it, but working with Mark’s stuff has been really transformative for me.

Anyway, the deal is that you want to let your unique Quality of fabulous you-ness shine enough so that your Right People can be drawn to it, but you also make sure you can veil it when you need to.

That way it’s not like you’re feeling so vulnerable and open that you can’t function. That’s safety.

Feeling safe is a big deal.

Creating structures and routines and rituals that help you feel secure is probably the smartest thing you can do in your business, if you have one, and for sure in every other part of your life.

So I’m not saying that you have to — tfu tfu tfu — be dragged kicking and screaming from your comfort zone. Heaven forbid.

I’m talking about creating a safe place from which you can speak your truth. Your truth to your people. The ones who are ready for it.

Another damn paradox.

So really the whole authenticity vs safety thing is kind of a false equation. There’s just no reason for it to be one or the other.

I’m convinced that the conscious practice of being yourself out loud — in small doses, paying attention to what comes up — can actually end up being the thing that helps you create that safe space for yourself.

How crazy is this? Your unique voice is its own form of protection.

So it’s a bit counter-intuitive, yeah, but there is also safety in being different.

There can be solace (and not just fear) in knowing that there isn’t anyone else saying what you’re saying in quite the way you’re saying it.

Sometimes — for me, at least — it feels as though I can even take comfort in the very act of setting up this space for me. For me.

There’s a lot of light in that space. There’s room to breathe. And there’s freedom in telling the experts where they can stick their expertise. Or at least whispering it inside your head.

Yeah, that’s our topic for next week.

That’s it.

Tomorrow, partly cloudy with a high chance of goofiness.

Next week we’ll be back to Blogging Therapy and a bit of a rant. Glad you’re here.

The questionable practice of de-guiltifying

I wrote last week about some of the people who believed in me without me ever giving them reason to and how powerful that was.

The post triggered lots of stuff — both interesting realizations and also huge amounts of internal resistance — for clients and a lot of readers as well.

Like, wait just a minute, young lady.

And yeah, they have a point.

I mean, really. Just the implied concept that you could actually accomplish something based on love-based motivation as opposed to guilt-based motivation … whoah. Insane. Revolutionary.

And maybe too revolutionary for this space, without a lot more explaining and processing … but I’m up for it.

Let’s take our time with this.

It’s probably going to take more than one post to lay the groundwork for this.

But the idea that we can (eventually) get to the point where we can choose not to use emotional manipulation and finger-wagging …

The notion that this is not the only way to get us to actually do the thing

That we can practice being kind and compassionate with ourselves, but still get done what needs to be done …

It’s pretty liberating, once you get over how freaking scary it is.

In the meantime, there are some big, tangled, complicated, stuckified patterns here. So I want to spend a little time teasing out some of the threads.

And (she types hopefully) maybe one of these posts will hit its mark and we’ll be able to calm this chaotic guilt-storm and find something for you that works a little better.

Starting … here.

LeAnne’s comment on that post (which I’ll share) was really moving, I thought.

She’s basically asking what it means to communicate unconditional love as opposed to guilt-based love …

… and can we even trust that this will work?

And even if it does work (and it intuitively seems it shouldn’t), how do you go about doing it?!

But I’ll let her ask the questions:

How do we encourage others? I was sitting with my own stuff and I had the shocking realization that I DO THIS VERY THING TO MY OWN BELOVED SON. And I’ve been complaining about how he won’t let me help with applying to colleges. DOH! Now, I know why.

And what does happen when you accept where someone is without expectation?

Yes, I would love and accept my son, but if he doesn’t get into college, he’ll have to get a job and move out.

Sitting with this.

I’m kind of taking a moment just to breathe here.

There’s a lot of question in this question. A lot of pain. Anxiety. Concern. And love.

Peeking at the patterns.

LeAnne’s anxiety for her son’s future is getting in the way of her being able to talk with him about his anxiety for the future.

The more she worries, the more she’ll push at him. And the more she pushes, the more he’ll resist a. talking to her or b. thinking about it.

Pressure creates resistance. Resistance creates stuck. In action, in communication, in relationships and so on.

When you’re hurting, it’s hard to meet someone else in their hurt.

Not to mention that it’s pretty hard to communicate effectively when you’re really just needing someone to acknowledge your pain and give it a hug.

LeAnne, it sounds like you’re feeling worried about the potential consequences of expressing that kind of love and acceptance to your son … because you need to know that he’s still going to be motivated to take action.

That he’s not just going to take it as a permission slip to do nothing forever.

If that’s what’s going on, it makes sense that you’re feeling anxious. You love him and you’re needing to know he’ll have the skills and resources to take care of himself without you.

And something else.

LeAnne, your son may not be telling you what’s going on for him, but I can.

I can guarantee that your son is feeling anxious and frightened right now. College is scary. Change is scary. Decisions are scary. Taking action is scary.

I can also guarantee that the more shoulds you throw at him, the more resistance you’re going to get and the harder it will be to talk to him.

In fact, I could write ten posts (and probably will) about the middle ground between pushing and allowing.

About how conscious, active, compassionate “letting things be the way they are” is not the same thing as abdicating responsibility.

Or about how intentionally meeting someone where they are with compassion and attentiveness is always going to be more effective than the “tough love” deal.

But we’re not going to be able to cover all that today so I sincerely hope you will try to trust me for now. I’m going to tell you about three books that you will really want to read, and a little gem (as one of my eccentric high school teachers used to say) from each of them.

Resource #1: Why we shoot down people’s dreams.

One of my favorite books on communication is called “How to Talk So Kids Will Listen & Listen So Kids Will Talk“.*

*Even if you never plan on having kids, read this book. It’s full of general communication usefulness.

We shoot down other people’s dreams for the same reason we shoot down our own. Fear of getting hurt. Fear of letting ourselves down.

This book really demonstrates in an “Ow! Make it stop!” way just how unintentionally limiting and controlling we can be when our fear gets triggered.

The general idea …

How we screw it up:
Kid: “I want to be a pilot when I grow up!”
You: “Oh, well, it’s really hard to be a pilot. Hardly anyone passes those exams. And you know your eyesight isn’t really the best. It’s probably not going to happen.”
Kid: *crushed*

Again, this isn’t because you’re a horrible person. It’s because you love that child with all your heart and you want what you think is best for him.

The part we don’t hear in that dialogue of course is the fear whispering: “Nooooooooo! Keep my sweetie safe!

How we can do it better:
Kid: “I want to be a pilot when I grow up!”
You: “Wow. I didn’t know that. Tell me more about this. What is it about being a pilot that appeals to you?”

And then you can have an actual conversation. It might turn out that your kid just really likes peanuts, in which case a career in the circus might be better.

Just kidding. The point is that when you engage in curious and compassionate communication, you learn a lot about what the other person needs. And you get a lot better at expressing your own needs.

Resource #2: Meeting needs.

Marshall Rosenberg’s excellent book “Nonviolent Communication: A Language of Life” (ignore the cheesy poetry interspersed throughout) is the relationship handbook that belongs next to every bed.

My gentleman friend and I practice NVC together … and good grief. It’s a godsend.

One of the most useful things this method gives you is the ability to notice what’s going on under the surface, and then to express your feelings and needs in a way that they can actually be heard and acknowledged.

And then to be able to do the same thing for your son.

For example:

“I’m guessing you’re feeling frightened and anxious because you’re not sure what you want right now. Is that true? Are you needing some reassurance that all this change won’t be as scary as you think it will?”

Or

“I love you sweetie. And I’m feeling anxious when I don’t know what’s going on with your college applications because I need to know that you’re going to be taken care of. Can you keep me updated? Or let me know that you have someone to turn to when you have questions?”

Resource #3: Protecting yourself.

Suzette Haden Elgin’s work on the Gentle Art of Verbal Self Defense is one of the most powerful things I’ve encountered.

She has a great bit on something called Miller’s Law which basically says that anything someone says or does makes sense. So it’s your job to figure out how.

The person doing the thing that seems to be incomprehensible is probably not crazy. It’s just a misunderstanding.

And then she gives you techniques for sorting this stuff out. Read Elgin. You’ll feel better.

Bringing it back.

Okay. LeAnne, with all of this in mind (and I know it’s a lot), I’m imagining something like this just to start with:

What if you went into your next conversation with your son with the idea that all you were going to do would be to figure out how he was feeling, and to let him feel whatever it is.

I know it’s hard to trust that this won’t result in everything going horribly wrong, and that he’ll just do nothing forever.

At the very, very least … you’ll know what he’s feeling.

You’ll be talking. You’ll be practicing. As worst case scenarios go, it’s pretty good.

And — this is the most important part — you’ll be modeling for him what it’s like to give love, provide safety, and be present for him.

Actually, I feel kind of tingly just thinking about it.

I mean, wow.

The Fluent Self