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.

Blogging therapy: Nooo! Don’t make me be vulnerable!

Let’s go. This is number seven in our weekly series on how to take some of the scary out of blogging (or of anything else).

In case you want to catch up (you totally don’t have to), here are the rest of the posts:
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!

Dramatic Voiceover Voice: “Previously on Blogging Therapy … ”

Right. So if you were here last time, we figured out that people actually want to relate to you.

In other words, showing up and being a real live human being with issues and fears and worries is a good thing.

And that triggered some serious “but I don’t want to be vulnerable!” and “but I can’t be vulnerable!” stuff that we all have.

You know how it is … you don’t want to be laughed off the internet or anything. Heaven forfend. And because — seriously — being honest about your imperfections is pretty damn terrifying.

Let’s talk about that. Who knows? Maybe we can soften this whole vulnerability thing up — make it a little less daunting and a little more attractive.

And anyway, if this is an issue that comes up with writing, it’s going to come up in every other part of your life as well. I know. Yuck. Sorry.

Vulnerable?! I’d rather walk on coals while poking myself with sharp objects.

We really, really need a better word for this.

There’s a reason you don’t feel like being vulnerable. And it’s also okay that you don’t feel like it. Why would you?!

I mean, it can be kind of an icky, uncomfortable word.

If I were going to do some linguistic mapping to chart out my own, personal associations with the world, some of them would definitely be negative. Like this:

vulnerable = [+ can be wounded] [+ weak] [+ helpless] [+ no protection]

Ugh. Right? So yeah, who wants that? On the other hand, there’s a bunch of completely different — and contradictory — stuff packed in there too.

The paradox of vulnerability.

Turns out there’s also power in vulnerability.

And beauty. And tenderness.

The kind of transparent openness that lets light through and draws admiration.

A hidden strength that comes from being tough enough and brave enough and secure enough to show a little softness and share something that is true.

And that’s what we want to access. The good parts. The internal reserves of strength that we need in order to be able to relate to the people who need us the most.

So if we want to shift this concept of vulnerability from a place of weakness and fear to one of power and solace, we have two choices:

First, to decide that from now on: vulnerability = strength. To remind ourselves that only a super strong person could be so human.

Or second, to replace the word itself. To talk about “humanity” or “open-ness” or “transparency” instead of calling it vulnerability.

I’m going to leave this choice up to you. Just decide. And while you’re deciding … let me make my main point.

Pay attention because this is absolutely my main point.

What I’m about to say is so important that I’m going to make a big deal about it through the magic of typographic emphasis:

The best way to convince people that you are capable of helping them is to demonstrate that you understand their pain.

If you truly want to help your right people (and of course you do), they need to trust that you understand what they’re going through.

All their hurt. All their fear. All their resistance.

That you know it. That you may be further along in the process of moving beyond it, but you sure as heck remember what it’s like.

You just can’t do that without showing a little skin. Just a little. Just enough.

Your humanity — your “hey, look at me, I’m a real live human being”-ness — has to be allowed to shine through, or no one will believe that you can help.

And that would be tragic.

Can we get an example with that?

Look at Naomi “fansocks” Dunford. She’s a genius businesswoman who teaches people with tiny home businesses how to make them work and be totally successful (yes, you should look at Online Business School because it’s the best thing ever).

She’s a brilliant copywriter and a terrific writer in general.

But her most popular posts are not the ones about how to make money or how to write copy or anything like that.

Naomi’s most popular posts are about how terrified she is and her fear that “doing what I love is a fabulous sparkly present and I’m stomping on it daily“.

Oh, and that time she accidentally did a topless video conference call with a client.

She’s written about being a highschool drop out and being on welfare and living in a homeless shelter and losing her baby. And all sorts of things that most of us can’t even imagine happening, never mind telling anyone about.

And my point is not that being honest about her pain and fear hasn’t hurt Naomi’s business.

It’s that it’s only helped her business. By a lot.

I can totally vouch for this too.

I’ve written about starting this business with my last twenty euros. About the second worst summer of my life. And about being scared of increasingly ridiculous things. I’ve also completely fallen apart in public here, more than once.

It has not hurt my business in the slightest. Just the opposite.

Actually, I’ll let you in on a secret. But first I have to tell you that I have the best coaching clients in the world. Super high quality. People who are smart and creative and funny.

Are they stuckified? Yeah, that’s why they come to me. But they’re amazing people to work with and I love them all madly. We have fun. And we have crazy breakthroughs together.

You know why? Because they trust me completely.

And you know why they trust me? Because they know that I get it. Because of the vulnerability thing. I have shared so much crap with them here that they know that I know about their pain and how it works.

They know I’m not going to try to talk them out of it or tell them that they have no right to feel bad. They know I understand just how miserable it is. And I do.

That is the power of being human and vulnerable out loud with your readers.

How to get started with this whole “being all human and stuff” practice:

1. Tiptoe in. You don’t have to start with the awful. Just share some of what you’re really thinking and feeling once in a while.

2. You can absolutely practice being human without sharing the most awful, tragic humiliations of your lifetime. It’s not like your first post (or your hundredth) needs to be about your ten year struggle with alcoholism.

3. Express genuine feelings. Not “life is so unfair” but “I look at all this stuff happening in my life and I’m feeling anxious. I’m finding myself really needing some reassurance and not always knowing where to get it.”

4. Model the process. If sharing things is terrifying, maybe that’s what you share. If you’re in a tough spot and you’re processing it by writing your way through it, show us what that’s like and how it’s helping you.

So that we fellow human-beings-with-issues-of-our-own can find solace and comfort in watching you work through the hard.

One last worry?

If all this processing stuff seems like it might be a little time-consuming, I hear ya. I know that a lot of the people who have written to me about why they’re never going to start a blog have mentioned the “I don’t have the time for it” bit.

We’ll be talking about that next week.

In the meantime, I’d love it if you’d just start noticing what it is you love about the blogs and websites you love. I’ll bet that with most of them it’s not because of their distance — it’s because of their closeness.

And maybe just the realization that being all human and stuff is valuable and possible and even kind of attractive — for some weird reason we’ll never understand — maybe that will be enough.

And if not?

And if not, that’s where you are right now.

Not the end of the world. You’ll just keep practicing at your own pace, right?

Tomorrow: complete and utter goofiness. You know I’m in the middle of moving, right? Next Tuesday: the whole “but blogging is too time-consuming” thing. See ya when I see ya.

Taking on the “ew” aspect of affiliate programs

With the aim of not going crazy, I’m combining about six Ask Havi questions into one post. They’re all pretty much on the same topic anyway.

The theme — in the most general sense of the word — is the age-old question:

“Is it like, completely gross to make money for something I didn’t do?”

More specifically, though, it’s about what are known online as affiliate programs.

Occasionally the questions I get are about how to actually use them to make money, but much more often the questions have to do with “feeling gross” about certain aspects of them … okay, about the whole damn thing.

In fact …

Actually, my guess is that even the people whose questions are — on the surface — just about the making money thing, also have some residual worries that “maybe this is gross”.

Because otherwise, you wouldn’t be asking me — someone who writes about changing your patterns and habits so you can biggify the cool thing you do.

You wouldn’t want advice from someone (me again) who cares more about you having a conscious, loving relationship with yourself (and maybe making piles of money through that process) than about the usual “how to make blah blah blah in X days” kind of thing.

You’d probably be fine finding someone with a screaming highlighter-filled online sales page to teach them about this stuff. Because lord knows it’s not like there’s a shortage of those.

And you definitely wouldn’t be asking someone whose co-teacher is a duck.

So let’s talk about “gross” for a minute and what that’s all about..

The questions vary, of course, and so do the words.

It’s not always “gross”. Sometimes it’s disgusting, dirty, slimy, sleazy or icky. Or some combination thereof.

Actually, whoring and slutty are pretty popular too.

But let’s just use “gross” for now and I’ll give you a sense of the type of thing that people want to know.

Stuff like:

Is it gross to join a program like this?
Is it gross to have a program like this in your own business?
What do I do when I want to promote stuff that I like … but I feel gross about it?
What if other people think it’s gross of me that I’m involved in something like this?
Is it gross that I don’t feel gross about this?

And so on.

It’s make-believe hour!

Let’s pretend that I’m having a conversation with one person who has most or all of these questions.

Except that — since we’re pretending — let me pretend that they’re asking the questions I wish they’d ask. Actually, let me have this conversation with Selma.

No, an interview. Selma should interview me. If it’s a conversation, I’ll have to take time to empathize and acknowledge the person’s feelings and stuff. And that’ll take forever.

Selma: ?!?!

Havi: Okay, this is not going to work. Let’s have a made-up person interview me, a composite of people-who-ask-me-things kind of person. Let’s say … someone who has a website and wants to start biggifying but is having some issues with it.

And so the fake interview begins …

“So Havi, when did you stop feeling gross about this stuff?”

Well, the question of whether or not I’d set up a program like this started coming up when I first started getting all biggified.

And I had all kinds of issues around it. Serious resistance. Serious stuckification.

It just felt …. yeah, okay, kind of gross. And stressful.

But then there were all these people who were recommending my stuff anyway. And it got to this ridiculous point where someone like Pamela Slim or Jennifer Louden would just randomly drop my name and all of a sudden I’d make a pile of money in an afternoon.

And here I am, writing a thank you note. And it’s like, that’s not enough.

Not because Pam and Jen wanted something more from me. But because hey, here are these amazing people recommending my work because they’ve tried it and they know it works … and I want to share my jumping-up-and-down happiness with them.

All of a sudden it felt like it would be really joyful and honest to be able to thank people for being awesome. To thank them for helping me be useful to the people who need my stuff the most.

By doing more than just, you know, sending them my eternal gratitude when they send people my way.

By literally sharing with them what I’ve received through their believing in my mission in the world.

And I realized that, in order to do that, I needed a system.

“So … what, you just stopped feeling gross about it?”

Hahahahahaha. No. Not at all.

I had a lot of stuck to sort through. Mainly with the words. It’s a cliche, but there it is: the words we use have incredible power to affect how we perceive what they describe.

Changing your outlook without changing the vocabulary that goes along with it is really, really hard. Not impossible. But hard.

For me, the word affiliate is just kind of inflexible — cold and a bit inhuman. It conjures up images of robots. And people who work “in sales”.

My stuff, I know. But I just don’t like the word. I don’t want to have that kind of “affiliates”. And I definitely don’t want to be one either.

“Okay, I need to know more about this vocabulary-changing stuff. What do you mean?”

Well, I made two linguistic shifts that helped me tremendously.

1. I decided I was going to start a partner program.

For people I liked and trusted and could feel good about partnering with.

Not only are partners not “gross”, but I can feel warm and fuzzy about them and think of them fondly. Whereas if I had a bunch of affiliates I couldn’t really feel anything about them because they would be robots.

I mean, they wouldn’t really, but in my mind they would be. And since that’s where I hang out most, it’s an important distinction.

2. I invented a goofy name for the bigger picture.
Instead of thinking about things like “affiliate marketing strategy” which totally sets off my ew ew ew buttons, I started talking about “appreciation monies”.

Appreciation monies means “what I give to the people I love when they make me a bunch of money out of the goodness of their hearts”.

And it also refers to money I get from Powell’s or from recommending stuff that I truly believe makes a difference in the world — and I’m up-front about it when I promote something in an affiliate-y way.

“Interesting. But how do you not feel gross about taking money for recommending things?”

Ah. Good question. That is about trust.

This is a pretty big theme for most of us. I’d say that learning how to really and truly trust yourself is something we all should be working on all the time.

You need to be able to sit down and ask your heart: am I really a total sleazebag or could it be that my judgment and self-criticism patterns are running the show again?

For me, it’s very clear that I would never, ever recommend something just in order to make money. I’ve learned to make friends with the fact that I have crazy integrity.

So I trust that this is only about things that I recommend anyway. And about allowing myself to be vulnerable. Allowing other people to feel that joy of giving back to those of us who believe in them.

“So you don’t think affiliate marketing is gross?”

Well, I’d say that it totally depends.

It depends on what you’re promoting and how you’re promoting it — and also on your own perception of what it means to partner with someone.

Obviously there are different points on the sleaze-non-sleaze kosher marketing continuum, so you’ll always think that someone else is “doing it wrong” — and that’s okay too.

It comes down to your relationship with yourself. Can you find a way of working with partners that fits your understanding of what it means to have integrity?

And — at the same time — can you find a way to work on your own emotional patterns of feeling undeserving? Because it could be that by trying to protect yourself from “becoming sleazy”, you forget that you don’t actually have a sleazy bone in your body.

Sometimes it turns out that your fear is cutting you off from success and growth.

So it goes back to the whole conscious, intentional process of working on your stuff that we’re always talking about around here.

“We’re out of time, aren’t we?”

Yes, this is a long one, and — since I didn’t really answer most of your questions — I’ll probably have to come up with some more answers later, but we’re probably good for now. It’s food for thought, right?

Thank you, imaginary composite person for not making me write six different Ask Havi posts. I appreciate that.

And thanks to all the rest of you. I love that my blog attracts the kind of people who need to process their worry about the possibility of eventually becoming soulless sleazebags. As opposed to, you know, the sort of people who never worry about that kind of thing, but kind of are…

Anyway, you guys are the best. I’ll end this there before I start getting all sentimental.

Don’t make me say it!

Is there any modern word more dopey and irritating than “blogoversary“?

Well, aside from “marketing” and “coach” and “networking” and stuff like that …

I think not.

Still, here we are. And I’m pretty excited about it!

Today marks 6 WHOLE MONTHS of blogging it up at The Fluent Self!

And if I had an enormous red typeface I’d be using it.

But I don’t. And I probably wouldn’t.

Moving on. Let’s talk numbers, baby.

  • 136 published posts (including this one)
  • 40 pages
  • 1,091 comments (from actual people who are not a. robots or b. trying to promote themselves in a ridiculously over-the-top way)
  • 2,681 spamtastic comments caught by Akismet (yay, Akismet)
  • 1 comment by Seth Godin *swoon*
  • And … weirdest search term ever that someone (who can’t spell, I’m assuming) used to get here: “How do I make my duck more bigger?” Oh yeah.

Ooh, I should probably also mention that my Alexa ranking is, of this writing, a shockingly rock-star-sensational #103,272. It was over 5 million when I launched the blog.

And (chorus) that’s why everyone should have a WordPress (.org) blog.

Just saying.

Things you probably don’t know about this blog.

  • I’ve done ZERO promotion. No “get X number of subscribers in Y amount of time” campaigns. No “strategic” commenting. Pretty much the only place I even mention it is on Twitter. Weird, I know.
  • My gentleman friend calls it my Blarg. This, of course, cracks me up.
  • Selma gets more fanmail than I do. Having a duck might actually be the secret to blog success. Do not do this, though, or she will come and have words with you.
  • All of my made-up words (biggify, destuckification, helper mouse, etc) have totally propagated around the internet, to the point that no one even remembers that I made them up. Which is bizarre, yes, but very, very cool.
  • This blog has inspired at least eight people that I know of to start blogging it up themselves. HOORAY for that! Awesome.

People I need to thank …

Okay, let’s try and keep this short, acceptance-speech-style.

  • Kelly Parkinson from Copylicious. She’s the one who bullied me into starting this blog to begin with.
  • Nathan Bowers, WordPress consultant to the stars. He gave me so much good advice pre-launch and still does. I owe him bigtime.
  • The GirlPie. Mz GirlPie — mysterious commenter of the night — was one of the first regular commenters here and full of encouragement and good advice when I was still feeling my way into it.
  • Andy Wibbels — for inspiring me to start blogging in the first place.
  • Pam Slim — for being a wonderful friend and whispering sweet nothings in my ear at the right times.
  • Mark Silver — for steady encouragement and genius techniques and for occasionally popping over for a spontaneous afternoon chat.
  • Naomi Dunford — for being my internet crush and my champion. For spending hours on the phone with me giggling hysterically and for regularly sending all her smart, nutty, wonderful readers over here.
  • The best designer in the entire world — for being a creative genius and for putting up with me and for making all the gorgeous icons. Anything that looks good here is because of Richard.
  • Everyone I know on Twitter. I’d spent two and a half years building a noozletter list before I started the blog and most of that list wasn’t interested in hanging out here. Nor were my friends. So if it hadn’t been for Twitter-folk, it could have been pretty lonely here.

Okay, I’ll stop now.

Not blogging, of course. Tfu tfu tfu. Heck, I’m not even planning on stopping this post just yet. I’m just done listing every single person who’s been a part of creating this crazy thing.

Because otherwise this could get long. Even for me.

But I do have to say that so many incredible and unexpected things have resulted from this experiment so far.

Selma and I have gotten to eat biscuits with people I’ve long admired from afar. Like Colleen the Communicatrix and Jennifer “Oh how I love that woman!” Louden.

We’ve also met (though not yet in person) some super-neat, creative, fun, nutty, wonderful people like Chris Zydel and Kate Harding and James the Dancing Geek and far too many to list here.

But most of all, this whole blogging thing has reminded me that I’m a writer first.

It’s reminded me that the creative process of putting words to the page — even if that page is somewhat pixelated — is something that sustains me. And it’s that understanding which has shifted the balance in my business.

Sure, there’s more of an emphasis on steadily, regularly giving to others in the form of information and concepts and techniques. But it’s also more about taking care of myself.

This blog has become therapist and companion and friend not just to a ton of people around the world, but to me.

And that is really something.

I can’t thank you enough.

You guys rock.

And raising my glass of grapefruit juice to the next anniversary (I said that horrible word once and now I never have to say it again), I say:

Love and contentment to you!
Thanks for being a part of my Blarg …
Havi (and Selma the duck)

Friday Check-in #15: the “take that!” 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.

Best. Friday. Ever.

I’m so excited about Northwest Knockdown (3 days of Roller Derby championship in Portland!) — and the extreme ass-kicking about to take place — that I can hardly get it together to chicken check in with you.

Root for my girls, okay? Not like they need it. But just in case.

Okay, let’s do this.

The hard stuff

Being about to move but not moving yet.

We move this Tuesday. Tooooozday. You-snooze-you-lose day. I’m-not-such-a-big-fan-of-Tom-Cruise-day.

The whole thing is making me a little crazed. Can you tell?

And since I’ve fallen in love with this dreamboat house (thanks, magical personal ad), the yearning and pining stuff is getting a little hard to take.

I keep walking over and gazing at it longingly. And then running away before someone calls the cops. Lovely. May also have to serenade it John Cusack-style.

Homesick.

Obviously this whole rooted grounding thing I’m doing with the move and all is very heavy and symbolic for me. Powerful stuff.

So — of course — the more I do it, the more I miss Tel Aviv.

In a heart-hurting, child-whining “I just wanna go hoooooooooooooooome!” sort of way.

And not just the city (the city!) but my friends there and my old neighborhood and my extended family and being able to say what I think the second it comes into my head and a million other little things.

It’s been almost four years since I left. It’s probably time for a visit. We’ll see. I don’t really want to talk about it.

So let’s move on to the good.

The good stuff

I got to meet Jeff!

Jeff Moriarty is a Twitter friend.

If Twitter is my favorite place to hang out online and @jmoriarty is one of my favorite people there … well, you can imagine how cool that makes him.

Anyway he was visiting Portland and came all the way across town in the rain to have a hot drink with me. And it was completely delightful.

He’s as great in person as he is in 140-character bits-of-genius, and I pretty much did not stop laughing the entire time.

You know, the internet has been good to me in so many ways. And I’ve been able to meet so many incredible people … getting to hang out with some of them in person is such a treat. Hooray!

Speaking of Twitter …. hilarity and goofiness ensue!

One of the best parts of Twitter is that it’s a space where I can be completely kooky and ridiculous in ways that I probably wouldn’t here.

After my rant this Wednesday making fun of evil, manipulative marketing-based yoga “lumberjack” yoga, a bunch of Twitter friends started riffing with me.

It started — how could it not — with “Monty Python’s infamous I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay” theme.

Then someone had the brilliant idea that we should produce an over-the-top yoga-lumberjack-themed Broadway musical. And then we started planning it.

And tagging our little missives with the (semi-obscene) #lumberjackyogabroadwaymusicalpr0n

Some of the highlights of our, um, conversation. You’ll probably never speak to me again.

dancing_geek: @sparkyfirepants *joins in at back* He’s a lumberjack and he is fab, sun salutaions work his abs…

sparkyfirepants: @havi I’m having visions of opening night.

heatherartworks: @sparkyfirepants @havi @dancing_geek – I am intrigued by this musical you are putting together #lumberjackyogabroadwaymusicalpr0n

sparkyfirepants: @heatherartworks @havi you don’t even have to harmonize as long as you can breathe correctly while swinging an ax.

melle: @havi @heatherartworks I was a transvestite lumberjack for Hallowe’en one year, and was a theatre student. Can I play?

And so on. I dearly love Twitter. It keeps me sane. You should be playing with us. We’re holding lumberjack tryouts next week.

This has nothing to do with Twitter, I promise.

This week I also experienced the most amazing healing session ever.

I’ve had all kinds of “wacky energy healing” stuff done that has been oh, less than impressive, but the work Hiro Boga does is freaking INCREDIBLE. 

Seriously. Here website does not do her justice at all. I got a shocking amount of blocked stuff sorted out — things I’ve been working on for what seems like forever. 

It was absolutely beautiful and I pretty much cried to myself the whole time and for three days straight I felt safe and happy and motivated and GOOD and CLEAN — and even now I can’t stop smiling just thinking about it.

I’m still boggling at how amazing it was.

You should probably go do a session before I convince her that she should be multiplying that price by three.

Unintentional awesome testimonial of the week!

From LeAnne McDaniel at Write On Communications (with permission):

“For whatever reason, maybe through your hypnotic marketing (grin), I trust you.

You sound like you have your shit together — you know, in the way that you don’t always have your shit together, but you’re mostly okay with that.

I want that.”

That is wonderful. Love it.

In fact, I think I want THAT to be my new tagline or something.

“Havi Brooks: she doesn’t always have her shit together, but she’s mostly okay with that.”

That is the most pure-hearted and weirdly flattering testimonial I’ve ever gotten.

Rock. On.

And really, how can I not leave you with this?

How can I not?

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.

Saying no. Feeling awful about saying no.

I took a day off yesterday. It wasn’t the fun kind of day off.

(Though yeah, it is possible that some fun was had.)

It was the kind of day off that you take when you realize that if you don’t stop working right this second you are going to get sick.

I was going to have to take my father’s advice.

As my father likes to say:

“Take that mental health day before it takes you.”

Of course, it didn’t feel so much like a mental health day as an “I really, really, really don’t want to get a cold” day, but these tend to be more closely related than we’d like.

And granted, any advice from my father is a tad suspect …

Especially since he also says things like “Don’t be silly — stress is good for you!” and “Don’t underestimate the power of worrying!” and “I spent the whole day in crisis mode! It was fantastic!”.

It’s my experience, though that this particular bit of wisdom is quite sound.

All that to say that I gave myself permission to blow off work yesterday, which gave me ample time to devote to figuring out what was going on. And it boiled down to this:

I need to get better at saying no and feeling okay about it.

I’ve gotten pretty good at turning down new projects. I’m also (finally) okay with not giving my products away to everyone who wants a freebie copy.

But not giving help to every single person who wants it and asks for it … oh this is so hard!

I talk so much about the art of the ask and how we all need to get better at asking. Still standing by that.

And now it’s time for me to also get better at finding different ways to be helpful.

Yesterday was Wednesday and I’d already given away over five hours of my time this week. You know how it is. Readers wanting advice on things that just wouldn’t be appropriate to answer in an Ask Havi post. Friends wanting business advice. Like that.

Almost all of these were things that — taken alone — would have been fine. Me giving joyfully from my heart. Perfect.

Taken together … all of a sudden I was feeling tired and depleted. And what surfaced for me was the resentment coming up that my own projects weren’t getting the love and attention that they deserve.

Where the breakdown happens.

All of a sudden five hours seemed like a lot of productive time that, especially when you factor in that a lot of my time is taken up with clients and communicating with my team and stuff.

You start calculating the time that could be going to your own business multiplied by your hourly rate and this starts to get pretty depressing. And that time is actually much more valuable than that if you’re spending it (as I do) on developing products and programs that support your entire business.

Add to that the realization that, as my business grows like crazy (yay — not complaining), the number of people wanting from me is just going to go up and up and up …

Well, no wonder that I desperately wanted to hide under the covers.

Middle ground: what does that even look like?

Luckily there are a couple of things that are already showing up to help out.

In addition to my virtual assistant who takes care of most of my administrative tasks, I recently hired a personal assistant specifically to handle a huge chunk of customer support stuff and take on mini-projects.

She’s lovely and she totally gets what I’m trying to do in the world. *happy sigh*

Also I have a huge and awesome thing coming up that’s going to launch in about six weeks that I’ll be able to refer people to.

That way, I won’t have to say “Sorry, you really have to hire me for that” but “Here’s a (useful, helpful, very, very affordable) place where I answer questions like that.”

But what came up for me yesterday while I was meditating and pondering and yoga-ing around this issue was that I’m still feeling awkward and uncomfortable about not just helping everyone who wants my help. I’m a helper mouse. That’s my thing.

Wackiness: it always helps.

What that looked like this time: meditation plus tapping on acupressure points plus guided relaxation plus some weird made-up rituals that I’d rather not go into.

In retrospect it seems obvious that if I really wanted a clear answer right away, I should have done Dance of Shiva for that, but I was feeling petulant and irritable as it was.

Anyway, what came up for me in meditation were two concepts:

Clarity. And Safety.

So I asked myself what it would look like if I had more of these two qualities in my life. Or if I could access them more often. Or if I could trust that they were already there.

Stuff like that. And four answers — “bits of information” — came out of the asking:

  • I need to feel safe remembering that I cannot help everyone and that my own emotional comfort needs to come first.
  • Are you ready to see all the support you already have around you and to lean into it more? Because all you need to do is to say yes to it.
  • It is time for me to get better at speaking my piece.
  • Sometimes it’s important to put things where they belong.

That last one was the least clear of all four pieces. To the point that I wrinkled my nose and said “Haenh?”

(That’s how you say “Huh?” in German and it’s really a much better way of expressing irritated bewilderment than anything I could say in English. Trust me on that.)

Putting things where they belong …

Right. I totally had no idea what that meant. So I tried to figure out what might happen if I already knew what it meant to put things where they belonged.

Instant information.

For one thing, I realized that instead of filling out that ridiculous form that had me grumbling all day about how people trying to be “efficient” actually creates more work, I could have just had my assistant shoot back an email, saying (nicely, though):

“Here’s the one piece of information you need from me — everything else you requested is in the sigfile on every Fluent Self email.

And instead of trying to help my friends with every aspect of their new businesses I could ask them to write up a list of their questions and try to answer them in blog posts when I have time.

Maybe even write a series on business-building and how not to screw it up. Hmmmm.

Also: instead of passing out problem-solving to everyone who needs it, I could admit that the Ask Havi line is already several months long and that I’m flooded.

And/or let them know that really, really soon there will be a whole wonderful environment where I’ll be hanging out with everyone who needs me at very specific times.

That’s where I’m at.

I don’t have all the answers yet. Not even close. But I’m processing all the information I got on my day off.

It’s becoming ridiculously clear to me that if I want to live my mission and help all my right people and stuff like that, I cannot do it when I’m feeling tired and cranky and depleted.

This sounds so familiar and obvious that it’s almost trite.

If you’d said it to me a year ago I would have rolled my eyes and said, “I knoooooooow!”

So yeah, it’s totally one of those annoying little “life lessons that you I keep learning over and over again” but it seems like this time it sank in a little deeper.

Here’s the part that I just understood.

My peace of mind is the most valuable asset in my business.

By a lot.

Understanding that feels huge. Being able to teach that to my clients is also going to be huge.

If tuning into the clarity and safety that I need means having clearer boundaries and “putting things where they belong”, then I’m just going to have to figure out how to do that.

And — because I learned yesterday that part of my enormous, beautiful network of people who love and support my work in the world is my amazing group of blog readers — I know you’re going to be rooting for me.

Just wanted to say that I love that. And appreciate it so much. Sigh. Thanks for putting up with me — it’s great to be back!