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.
Item! #6! Merry! Happy! Etcetera!
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.
Still no plans for tomorrow. My gentleman friend and I will probably just take advantage of the One Day Of The Year that we don’t get insane amounts of email … to get some work done.
Or run around in the snow.
And play Boggle. And eat latkes. But not all at the same time.
Item! No matter how great your business name, prepare to confuse people!
So … you may remember the story of how the Fluent Self got its spots in which I tell the backstory to the naming process.
Well, I’ve been going through old correspondence as part of my Jen-Hofmann-inspired Clearing Out Of Things I No Longer Need.
And among the many highly entertaining things I’ve found were 1. a series of letters from the State of California Board of Equalization addressed to The Fluent Shelf …
… and 2. a picture of the giant, fancy, expensive checkbook from WaMu with thousands of checks, each inscribed with the name The Fluent Sefl.
In completely unrelated news, I wish you all an abundance of sefl-awareness and shelf-confidence this year.

Item! How to screw up the concept of “business cards”!
Here’s the thing. They’re supposed to bring you business.
My first week in Portland I picked up a business card that was displayed at a local business. It was pretty. I was intrigued.
Not so much by the pretty as the fact that it didn’t say what this person actually did.
There was a woman’s name, an email address (a hotmail address, for shame!), a phone number and a website that was the same as the name.
But nothing else that would hint at why I was supposed to email her, call her or go to her website. I mean, it’s a headscratcher. Clearly you want me to contact you as you’ve given me three different ways to do it, but where’s the part about what happens when I do it?
Still, on the offchance that is was a weird marketing gimmick and not stupidity, I went to the website. I did. Most people wouldn’t have, but I am a rather extraordinary person, as I keep telling you.
Unfortunately the website was just a “sorry, we’re in construction” placeholder. I put a little note on her card and put it in a folder to follow up with. That was in March. I went again today and the site is still under construction.
So WHY for the love of all that is good are you spending money on business cards? Give that money to your web designer so she can finish your site.
Or, if you must get your business cards ready for the public, just keep them in a coat pocket in case someone asks you for contact info but don’t start planting them places.
*tears hair*

Item! Ghosts don’t like being sprayed!
Black Hockey Jesus wrote a sweet post last week about his daughter who had a ghost in her nap. Named Larry.
He gave her lovely advice, but check out this brilliant solution (tee hee, I made a pun) from Anndi in the comments:
We used *ghost-be-gone* spray. Basically, water, vanilla extract and sparkles in a spray bottle. It worked!
Genius. I am going to have my gentleman friend prepare a bottle for me.

Item! Pretty!
I want to move into Lucy’s textile studio.

Item! Fat, happy yoga women!
They’re fat, happy and they do yoga.
Okay, so I’m not sure who would actually buy something like this but I have to say I do like the concept. Take that, stupid Yoga Journal and every other yoga magazine who thinks that it would be inspiring for us to look at a bunch of barbie dolls. Ugh.
But yay for fat happy yoga women!

Indeed.
Move along. There’s nothing more to see here. That’s all the exclamation points you’ll get from me today.
Until next Wednesday.
I’ll be here tomorrow (possibly being deep and insightful but I don’t want to make any promises or anything).
If you’re celebrating something, make it a happy one. And if not, come keep me and my duck company while everyone’s away!
Blogging Therapy: Reader’s Choice
And now for something completely slightly different …
For number twelve in our weekly series about taking the scary out of blogging, I’m responding to a few of the questions from participants in the Screw Therapy Start Blogging course this past weekend.
You know, questions we didn’t get around to because we were having too much fun covering so much material.
And just to remind you, none of this stuff is really about blogging. It’s all about patterns, and where they show up in your life.
You can catch up if you like (you don’t have to!) — here’s the rest of the series:
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.
Questions. Questions. Questions.
“But how narcissistic to have a blog about ME.”
Okay, this one wasn’t really a question.
The woman writing meant to ask something completely different. This was a total aside. But it needs to be answered so I’m treating it like a question.
No sweetie, it’s not narcissistic to have a blog about YOU!
How else will people be able to learn from you if they can’t connect to you?
We all live at the heart of our blogs. Pam is at the heart of her blog. Naomi is at the heart of her blog. Selma and I are at the heart of mine.
In fact, you kinda have to be at the heart of yours. Otherwise, why would we show up to learn from you?
In order for your blog to be a safe, cozy place for people to show up with their stuff, you have to be very present. You need to set the space. And in order for that to work, it needs to be about you too. It’s your space. Of course it’s about you
I wrote a post a few months ago about why you can’t overdose on introspection — maybe that will cheer you up a bit too.
“Will it hurt me if I use a pseudonym?”
From one of the course participants:
“What’s your view of blogging using a screen name or a pseudonym?
The fear I have of being visible has a big emotional component, but also has a practical component.
My transition from a corporate career into unrelated psychotherapy/associated cool careers is a multi-year one, so in the meantime, I’d like to fly under the radar in my old world.
But I also know that in the “social media” world, being authentic and transparent contributes hugely to success, maybe even being detrimental if one is non-transparent like hiding behind a screen name / pseudonym?”
My short answer would be … it depends.
Lots of people — not just Black Hockey Jesus — use a screen name, a nickname or some variation of a pseudonym with great success.
In this particular case, your fear is acting as a barrier from even getting started.
So (personally) I think it would be absolutely fine if you start that way to get used to feeling your way into things.
At the same time, in your particular case, as you’re trying to — eventually — establish expertise and move into a new field, it’s going to be important to own your name so that your career can go along with it.
But for now you might as well start just by being “________” (first name only) and then kinda ease your way into it.
You know, when I started my site, I didn’t want to have a picture or a phone number and then later those things didn’t worry me anymore and I made changes.
So … I would say, do what you have to do now to help yourself feel safe and supported, while keeping in mind that as you grow it, it will involve some coming out of the closet, which (she types hopefully) by that point won’t be as frightening and intimidating as it is now.
Basically, it’s “do a practical compromise right now while you work on the emotional stuff” … and then see where it goes from there. Is that helpful? I hope so!
“I’ve heard you’re supposed to start with ‘practice articles’ and I don’t want to!”
“Occasionally I’ve had the thought that I would be better off just starting, rather than pre-writing some “practice” articles (if I don’t just go for it, I’ll never DO it). Am I crazy?”
Oh, not crazy at all!
Not everyone needs practice articles. Some people do. But it sounds like what you need is someone to give you permission to just start. So …
Just start!
Seriously, you know best.
And you know what? You can always go back and delete a post or edit it if it turns out you don’t like it.
“But I don’t have the name yet!”
“If I start now, and I wind up going with a different business name or whatever (changing URLs?), is that going to make a big mess of things?”
No.
Your original domain can always be redirected to the new one, so you’re not trapped by your first choice. I spent about three months agonizing over whether my blog should be here at The Fluent Self or not.
Or if it should be HaviBrooks.com because I wanted to also write personal things, or if it should be at MindfulBiggification.com and have a business angle. Blah blah blah. Process process process.
I spent a ridiculous amount of time whining about this to Nathan Bowers who probably gave me better advice than I’m giving you, but ultimately just told me to shut up and that everything would be fine. And he was right.
Anyway, right now HaviBrooks.com redirects to Fluent Self.
If you already have a domain that people are visiting, then stick your blog there. You already have traffic and attention, so keep that momentum. No reason to start shuffling people around to different places if they’re already congregating somewhere.
If you don’t have a place that’s a hangout already, you can use your name for the domain. Or choose a less-than-perfect name — and when you come up with a better one later, you can set up a redirect.
And when you do come up with something great, put it in the header or make it your tagline, so it gets its share of love and attention. But really, in most cases you won’t need to start changing things around too drastically.
I don’t think it’s a reason to delay. I mean, yes, I did think that. But now I kind of wish I hadn’t! 🙂
Bonus piece of advice, again thanks to Nathan. I had forgotten to buy TheFluentSelf.com in addition to FluentSelf.com.
Nathan told me horror stories about super famous people finding out that the “the” version of their name had been taken by evil squatters who were siphoning off their traffic. Fastest domain buy ever.
Be smart.
“What if I can’t come up with posts consistently?”
This was something I spent an obscene amount of time worrying about before I started the blog, and haven’t thought about a single time since!
But if it does happen, give yourself some love. And patience. And time. It does take a while to find your voice and get into a rhythm. It’s a practice.
Also keep in mind that sometimes a post can really just be a response you wrote to someone in an email. Or a thought you had. Or a link to something interesting you read.
Or I can give a list of oh, about a hundred post ideas I have that I still haven’t done anything with.
Not to mention the enormous and ever-growing pile of Ask Havi questions gathering dust in a folder. Just kidding — not going to farm out the Ask Havis.
But seriously, if you’re really not coming up with post ideas, you’re going to have to give in and start doing my wacky yoga brain training stuff so you can start making some crazy neural connections.
I promise that Shiva Nata will take care of the “I don’t have post ideas” problem.
But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Because it will replace it with the “I have too many ideas for posts” problem. Which is a much bigger question and we’ll … uh … have to deal with that one later. *scrambles to find a solution*
That’s it for now!
Next week we’ll be back to a more traditional Blogging Therapy post.
In the meantime … Selma and I aren’t going anywhere over the holidays and it only takes a couple of minutes to light Hannukah candles … so, you know, we’ll be around.
Goofing it up tomorrow, something a bit more serious for Thursday and then … good grief, Friday Chicken. Again!
Good luck to my Blogging Therapy course participants and to all the other readers who are secretly working on blogging it up over their holiday break.
Can’t wait to see what happens!
Ask Havi #16: Holiday Loneliness
The holidays tend to trigger — in all of us — all sorts of uncomfortable stuff.
Today’s Ask Havi comes from a woman in an especially tough spot.
I will do what I can to come up with a kind of abridged survival guide to help her through this lonely time.
And if you would read her words and send her some love and affection and warmth … that would be a wonderful, beautiful thing.
Hi Havi. This is an “ask Havi” email. This is me trying to meet myself where I am and to ask for help. It’s hard!
But given that you’re a great advice-giver and have experience offering support around yoga/meditation routines, I thought I’d see.
I am grieving. The December holiday is grueling for me in so many ways. The long and short of it is my mother passed away 5 years ago a couple weeks before Dec 25. Since then, I avoid that holiday like the plague.
My father passed away a few years before her. My sister has moved to a dingy, dark single-wide trailer on a dirt road in the bowels of Maine with a husband I dislike. And traveling this time of year makes me shudder.
I moved away from the west coast and my lovely friends/family a few years ago, and I’m a poor grad student and can’t get back there this time of year. So I feel totally stuck.
My gentleman friend is away over the holidays, and I didn’t want to glum-up his holiday with my gloominess and brooding. So I’m alone (well, I have a pug dog).
My question (after that mini-life story) is what strategies would you recommend with respect to meditation/yoga to get “through” those difficult days?
I have practiced vinyasa yoga for years, so I’m experienced (whatever that means), and I have a meditation altar set up in my bedroom. I try to sit for a few minutes a day, but it’s usually in my office at work rather than at home!
Gah, sorry this is longer than I meant it to be. I was considering following the meditation mini-retreat Susan Piver lays out in How Not to be Afraid of Your Own Life, but I don’t know her from jack. I feel like I “know” you better.
Do you have any suggestions for a specific routine that would help me make a home within myself for the holidays?
Thanks as always for your fun and challenging insights!
Let’s just start with a hug.
Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry.
Sounds like you’re feeling really anxious that your sadness is going to … I want to say “devour you”, that might not be the right phrasing … to be too much for you.
So I just want you to know that we’re all here witnessing your losses and your sadness, and sending you comfort. You’ve been through a lot of hard.
And right now is where you’re really experiencing it, so you are right to ask for help.
Memories, loneliness, sadness, isolation, not knowing, a whole bunch of shoulds.
You already know what you need.
You already know what you need.
In fact, you’ve already zeroed in on the biggest point that I could make. That this is not about solving something or fixing something. That it’s about — in your own words — something that would help you “make a home within myself for the holidays.”
To help me make a home within myself.
Making a home within myself. That concept is so so beautiful. And that is exactly the point.
I had a spiritual teacher in Tel Aviv. But before she was my teacher, my friend Sivan dragged me to a lecture of hers.
I didn’t want to go. I wanted to sit around drinking tea and feeling sorry for myself, but once I realized that Sivan wasn’t going to let up, I made a wish that I’d get some sort of insight into my immigrant-trauma “I never feel at home” issues.
And the first thing this woman said was “If you don’t feel at home in yourself, you’ll never feel comfortable anywhere.”
Making a home inside yourself is big crazy deep life work. I’m not going to make any promises. I’m just glad we have a direction. So let’s see what we can do.
Time for a plan!
Here’s what you’re going to need.
- A cute pug dog. Check.
- Candles. Lots of them.
- Music that you like.
- A notebook or journal.
We have a couple of goals here.
One is pure survival. We want to get you through this slice of hard in one piece. But another goal is to begin creating the kind of rituals that will support you in the process of making this home within yourself. A support network of rituals.
Here are the rules:
- 1. If it feels loving and supportive, do it. If it doesn’t feel loving or supportive, you don’t have to.
- 2. This is your time. It’s for you. It’s for your healing-up time. You get to call the shots.
- 3. You’re allowed to ask for help.
A couple of things to consider …
Change the name.
Instead of thinking of this holiday time only in the sense of “crap, I need to keep it together”, can we rename it?
Can this be a chunk of time that you are consciously, actively taking in order to work on some of your pain by giving yourself rest and love?
Can we make this a kind of healing vacation from life? Instead of this being about abandonment and emptiness, can we also make it be a time for intentional cocooning?
Extend your practice.
You already have a strong regular yoga practice. Set a specific time for it.
Maybe you’ll want two practices a day since you’re doing this self-retreat thing. Maybe one will need to be a bit softer and the other a bit more vigorous. You’ll see.
Make sure you have music you like. Candles. Create a sanctuary.
Soften your practice.
In addition to the grounding that your yoga will be giving you, you’re going to need some extra shavasana.*
*Intentional relaxation time, for those of you who don’t do the whole yoga thing.
When things are tough — actually, before they get tough if you can catch it in time — recline on the floor and cover yourself with a bunch of blankets. Remind yourself that you are giving yourself time to breathe.
You’re giving yourself time to figure out what this new internal home is going to look like. How it’s going to feel. What you’re going to need.
Don’t force the meditation.
If you feel drawn to it or you feel like it’s helping then yes. Use it. But really, this whole week is about introspection, reflection, quietude. And it’s for you.
So no need to overdo it. No need to turn it into a should. If you’re able to sit quietly and breathe, give yourself this time. And if not, that’s fine too.
Write write write.
Get out that journal.
I’m a big fan of just scribbling it all out, but if you’d prefer some more structure, here are some “assignments” (writing prompts) that you can work with over the coming week if you’d like:
- Describe your new internal home. What does it look like? What will it look like? How does it feel to be there? How would you like to feel while you’re there?
- Write a letter to your loneliness. Tell it what you’re going to need in order to move through this. Ask it what it needs to tell you in order to start healing.
- Create a list of all the internal and external resources and sources of strength that you have available to you.
- Make a wishlist of the qualities and experiences you would like to access, receive or have in your life in the coming year.
Dance dance dance.
Turn up the music. Close the curtains. Turn off the lights. Leave a couple candles so you don’t trip over stuff.
And rock the hell out.
And don’t forget to ask for help!
Let people in on your pain. They don’t have to soak in it or anything, but they need to know that it’s there.
Tell your gentleman friend about some of what you’re going to. Does he even know that you care for him so much that you would never want to glum up anything for him?
Does he know that you might need to call him and that you might be feeling sad, but that it’s also important to you that he enjoy his holiday time?
I know it’s hard to share these things, but anyone who is going to share other parts of your life needs to know when you need extra love and support.
Maybe the perfect Christmas present from your west coast friends might just be a phone call. Ask for one. You’re allowed to say “Listen, I feel like crap and I’ll probably just cry the whole time and it won’t be any fun for you, but I’d love it if you would call because I could really use some cheering up.”
This is one of the hardest things to ask for, as we don’t want the people who love us to worry or to see how weak we’re feeling.
But really, that is what friends are for. That’s one of the reasons that we create friendships. You would totally show up to handhold and be a shoulder to cry on for any of them. Part of friendship also means asking for what you need.
From them and from yourself.

I think you’re going to be okay.
This is the hard part. You’re right there in the hard.
Every truly interesting person in this world goes through the hard. You’ll come through on the other side. And not only that, but you’ll have a safe home inside of you that you can always count on.
We’re all with you. We’re all going to be thinking of you and rooting for you and sending more love and support to your Internal Retreat.
And I’ll be giving you a copy of Emergency Calming Techniques as a Christmas present. Read the ebook later for extra destuckification. For now, just listen to one of the audio recordings every day before bed and when you wake up. And whenever else as needed.
You’re a strong, creative, thoughtful person. I can tell that just from reading your email and not knowing a single thing about you. You’re going to be okay.
Thanks to everyone else for witnessing this pain and this process.
And you know, I find it oddly reassuring that people who have never met me or even emailed still feel like they know me well enough to trust that this space — the one that we’re all making together — can actually help.
Wishing strength, comfort, love, support and whatever else you need to every single person who reads this.
On my mind.
Asking for help.
Close to home.
Portland’s women’s bookstore, In Other Words — which is also really the neighborhood bookstore in Northeast Portland where I live — has fallen on some hard times.
I know, I know. Hard times all over.
But here’s the thing.
It’s a neighborhood bookstore. A non-profit bookstore. The only surviving non-profit women’s bookstore in the country.
And they’re in trouble.
What this is about.
Part of their troubles are the economy. Part of their troubles is the usual small business lack of having one’s act together (guys, your website!).
But, much like (though really actually not at all like) the car companies in Detroit, they are Promising To Make Changes.
In other words, they’re going to take active steps to become a sustainable, thriving business and make some monies. Yay.
And you know what? I actually believe them. If I thought that helping them now would just be throwing money into a gigantic hole, then no, I wouldn’t be giving them anything now. Why prolong the pain?
But the truth is that I believe.
Portland is the kind of city that fights for what it believes in. That’s one of the reasons why I moved here.
We have thriving co-ops. We support local farmers (like our Erika) and local coffee houses and artists. We protest stuff. Loudly.*
*The elder George Bush supposedly once referred to Portland as “Little Beirut” — and don’t think we didn’t earn it.
Anyway, here’s my point. You’d think that a small womens’ bookstore in dire need of $11,000 would be pretty screwed.
But actually they managed to make nearly $7,000 in the 5 days since announcing their state of financial crisis!
They can do this. And we can help.
Buy a book. Buy a couple of books.
Their website is fairly sucky, so I don’t know how much luck you’ll have finding stuff. So let me just tell you what I’m getting and link to those.
- The Urban Homestead: Your Guide to Self-Sufficient Living in the Heart of the City.
Oh my goodness. I can’t wait to read this. - Rock ‘n’ Roll Camp for Girls: How to Start a Band, Write Songs, Record an Album, and Rock Out!
I’m so getting this for all my friend’s daughters, nieces, etc. - The Essential Dykes to Watch Out for
Alison Bechdel is a terrific cartoonist — witty, perceptive and bitingly funny — and I’ve been a huge fan of everything she does since I was in University.
And if Alison Bechdel says we need to support In Other Words, I’m on board. And I would be even if I didn’t live in Portland.
Thanks to Fluent Self reader JoVE for bringing this to our attention.
Another great way to give.
Hooray for “Reasonable Gifting”.
I got an email yesterday from the fabulous Communicatrix herself, asking me to spread the word about this especially awesome and genius thing.
You know when you decide that instead of gifts you’d really rather have the money go to a cause? You want to give to those in need and you want the whole damn thing to be meaningful?
I’m often in this position. And then you start doing that whole “Oh, god, what if the cause that I thought was meaningful isn’t where they would have wanted to donate?” second-guessing-yourself thing.
Charity Checks is a non-profit organization that’s all about solving this.
So this is pretty great.
They let you buy donations in whatever amount and send them to the people you love, who can then decide for themselves where to give the money.
And since there are over a million 501c3s in the United States, they can choose to support pretty much anything that’s important to them.
You get to give something meaningful, without determining what meaningful is for someone else. And you get the tax-deduction, which is nice. And the chosen charity gets 100% of the money.
And it’s a great last-minute gift thing if you need one. So take a look.

You can tell how serious I am …
… by the fact that I just recommended that you go to two seriously clunky and hideous websites.
I never do stuff like that.
In fact, I almost didn’t recommend Charity Checks at all because of the tacky green dollar sign and the fact that they used the word “philanthropreneur”, which is just … ew. Don’t get me started.
But it’s a useful service. It’s not just about giving. It’s not just about the (non-cheesy non-manipulative) power to make changes in the world.
I think we can do good things together.
And speaking of small, modern miracles, happy first night of Hannukah to those of you who are celebrating. Selma and I will try and remember to take pictures and share them on Friday!
P.S. If you didn’t click on the “throwing money into a gigantic hole” link … you know you want to. Do it now.
Friday Check-in #20: Snowpocalypse 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.
I’ve been sick all week, so I pretty much missed out on oh, everything as I wasn’t doing much and certainly wasn’t being especially mindful about the rest.
Mostly I was drinking tea and feeling sorry for myself, to be honest.
Let’s see …
The hard stuff
Being sick! Poor me!
Aside from not being able to work, it screws up everything else as well.
My staff and I were having technical issues up the wazoo with The Next Big Thing. And I wasn’t really able to keep up.
Anyway, 99% of what I do involves me thinking. And I can’t really do it when my head is filled with what feels like a mixture of clouds, cotton batting, dry leaves and goo.
The things I normally do that get me back in the swing of things (Shiva Nata, non-sucky yoga, meditating, writing) were also not working.
Well, let’s just say that I couldn’t stop blowing my nose long enough to do them, and probably wouldn’t have felt like it even if I could.
In fact, nothing was working.
As you know if you work with my products, I’m a big believer in what I call “multi-directional work” — using a variety of techniques simultaneously for better effects.
So if, for example, you have a cold, you could do like this:
On the physical level: drink fluids, take naps, give your face steam-baths.
On the energy level: breathing exercises, acupressure, reiki
On the emotional level: talking through emotional issues and themes that might be behind the illness.
On the mental level: same, only with journaling and much more systematically. Dance of Shiva FTW.
On the awareness/spiritual level: meditation, prayer, etc.
The idea is, one level might not be working for you, but as long as you combine you can get through it. I’ve never had this not work.
But this time it didn’t work. Which makes me think, okay, maybe this is just a week off and that’s that. So I’ve been enjoying the week off.
It might have been more fun if I’d had energy to do anything other than blow my nose and make pitiful groaning noises, but what the hell. A week off is a week off.
Snow.
It has been snowing all week in Portland. Which is not what I signed up for.
Please don’t tell me you like snow or that it’s pretty or whatever. I do not care. I hate snow and you can’t make me like it.
Snow reminds me of the incredibly long, incredibly depressing winter I spent in Madison, Wisconsin — an otherwise lovely place — and how all of my skin reacted to the cold by peeling off. Like sunburn only under one’s clothes.
It reminds me of my childhood in Michigan. Going to school in the dark. Coming home in the dark. Cold and scared. Horrible.
It reminds me of being dirt poor in Berlin, with the coal heaters spitting out black smoke and not doing nearly enough to heat the one lonely apartment in an otherwise abandoned building.
Did I add that I was screaming-in-pain ill from an ear infection so disastrous and blood-and-gunk-gushingly gross that the doctor (an ear-nose-and-throat specialist) said she had never seen anything like it?
Don’t talk to me about snow.
Trapped.
As you might have guessed by this point, not crazy about snow. Also the streets were icy. Also I was sick.
So I haven’t left the house since Saturday. Even canceled my acupuncture for today so really, who knows if or when I will ever leave.
This might also be a contributing factor in my new identity as CrankyPants McGrumbleMuffin.
The good stuff
If one must be snowed in, at least it’s in Hoppy House!
Seriously?
If we were still at the old place and I hadn’t left in a week … I’d be clawing the walls right now and throwing the world’s biggest temper tantrum from within my strait jacket.
Luckily, Hoppy House is the perfect place to be trapped. I’ve barely even noticed.
As long as I can snuggle up by the fireplace, eating walnuts and feeling sorry for myself, how bad is it? Not that bad.
You guys rock.
On Friday I had the idea of throwing together a fun, interesting course based on our Blogging Therapy series.
Planned it Saturday. Wrote the post Sunday. Posted Monday. And by early Tuesday afternoon the class was already full.
I remember back when I used to write a regular noozletter. And how much work it was to announce something in a way that people would actually notice it.
And then all the time I’d spend writing promo emails to fill a class. And then all the agonizing over whether it was too much or too little. Ick.
This, if anything, is why this blogging thing is so genius. I didn’t have to sell this class. I didn’t have to promote it.
Wrote about it once. Referenced it once. Linked to it on Twitter once. Done.
One of the things I’m going to be teaching in my Next Big Thing is every single thing I know about what I think of as “hard-to-get marketing”.
In other words, how to demonstrate that what you do is appealing without saying that it’s appealing or going after people and trying to convince them that it’s appealing.
But really, the reason it all works is that you guys are bright, creative fun people and I like you. It just makes the whole thing easier.
So heartfelt thanks to the ten lovely people who grabbed their seats before the doors closed. And to everyone else who expressed interest. And to everyone who generously spread the word and shared their excitement. I adore you all madly.
Speaking of how cool you are …
Remember on Sunday when Kelly put up her personal ad here? Uh, stop sending her stuff!
But wow. It was amazing. She got over sixty responses — each one “thoughtful and delightful” — from the people who read this blog.
Yay. Thank you. I’ll talk more about this later, but for now, just know that you’re awesome.
I love teaching!
This weekend I got to be the “guest expert” person at Jennifer Hofmann‘s Inspired Home Office spa day thing.
And I taught a very silly Shiva Nata class (even though it got mostly snowed out). We were goofy and giddy and giggling, and had the New York Times photographer snapping shots right and left, but we all got some serious head-clearing done.
Fun fun fun.
Is this not the sweetest thing ever?
From one of my readers:
“I love reading your writing. It’s like having your heart put on a cushion and given a cup of tea.”
Oh, what a lovely thing to say. I mean, if one doesn’t take it literally. That would just be disturbing.
I love it.
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.