very personal adsPersonal ads. They’re … personal! Very.

So my itty bitty personal ads made me realize that it’s time to make a regular practice of trying to feel okay asking for stuff.

Even when the asking thing feels weird and conflicted.

Ever since I posted the first one asking my perfect house to find me, which united me with Hoppy House, I have been a fan of the madness that is personal ads.

And now it’s my Sunday ritual for clarity and remembering and stuff like that. Yay, ritual!

Oh, hooray for Very Personal Ads.

I totally need this round.

Thing 1: courage for a thing I’m working on.

Here’s what I want:

There is a project that I am currently rethinking and reformulating.

And I have this baby idea of a way to make it completely crazy, unexpected and different.

Pulling it off will require flexibility, agility, a willingness to fall on my face and some extra resources of courage. Yes, please. Some of that.

Ways this could work:

In bits and pieces.

In flashes of light.

In an unlikely shivanautical epiphany. A chain reaction of them. Bing bing bing bing.

And in all sorts of other ways that can surprise me.

My commitment.

I will stick with this.

Maybe projectize it during Rally (Rally!) next week.

I will find courage in all sorts of narrow places. And I will keep asking.

Thing 2: Defining emergencies.

Here’s what I want:

On Emergency Undisclosed Location Vacation last week, I did a lot of thinking (with help from Cairene) about what exactly constitutes a business emergency or a physical emergency, and why I’m faster to respond to the former, even though the latter is more easily definable.

I’ve taken some extremely Useful Notes this weekend, but I’d like to get more of a clear sense of how this works.

And then put this information into the Book of Me so I can keep processing and working with it.

Ways this could work:

Could be something to play with for Maryann’s Secret Play Date on Toozday.

Maybe morning journaling.

Maybe I just need to sleep on it. I don’t know yet.

My commitment.

To plant the seed.

To dance the dance, shake up the snow globe and let it all settle.

To sit with Scootch (my new fluffy hedgehog friend) and be in non-emergency mode for a while.

Thing 3: Prep for the March Rally.

Here’s what I want:

So the March Rally (Rally!) is happening crazy soon.

And it is also the best Rally because everyone there gets a blog head shot (only if you want one) from Jillian, who is an amazing photographer and the loveliest person you will ever meet.

Lots of stuff to do before it starts. Specifically some system changes.

In fact, I’m kind of sensing that I’m close to some sort of new understanding about systems and using them to create flow. This is emerging from all that spaciousness that came out of the last Rally where I focused on the depiling.

Anyway. This needs some time and attention.

Ways this could work:

Magic?

The magic of letting things percolate?

Doing some writing/meditating/walking.

Taking it to the trampoline.

My commitment.

I’m not married to any particular system. Just receptive to a variety of unlikely possibilities.

May the best possible structure for right now show up, and I will do my best to recognize it and welcome it.

Thing 4: Outlandish birthday gwishes.

Here’s what I want:

Last year I made a list of things I wanted to happen over the course of the year.

And, insanely enough, most of them did.

This leads me to think, as always, that I can be less hesitant about the fact of the wanting, even if I don’t always feel comfortable speaking the wants out loud.

So I’d like to compile a list of outrageous gwishes for impossible-seeming things, just to see what happens.

Ways this could work:

Well, with glitter crayons, obviously. Maybe some construction paper and stickers from the Playground.

And a ritual or two.

I imagine some urgent monster conversations will be required.

Maybe a place to put these gwishes so that I can revisit them later.

My commitment.

To be excited about what is possible, and what is possible that I do not yet know is possible.

To laugh.

To be patient when I can and understanding about the fact that I can’t when I can’t.

To enjoy the hell out of this coming year to the best of my ability.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.

Let’s see! I wanted a name for that binder thing that you get in a hotel room. And so many ideas! Yay. Thank you.

Also I wanted to create one of those, and while I didn’t, I did spend a few nights in a hotel and got some good ideas about possible structure/format.

Then I wanted solid recovery time and that’s why I was at the hotel. It was total emergency “take this vacation now because you are mumbling to yourself and drooling, and it’s this or the hospital” vacation, but that still counts.

It was awesome. Not nearly enough. But awesome all the same. There will be more.

And actually I just found out that my gentleman friend is whisking me away to a hotel out of town where there is a spa treatment waiting for me, and a big, fat bed with my name on it. So aaaaaaaaaaah thank you.

That, incidentally, totally takes care of my ask from a few weeks ago for birthday plans.

Which is fortunate because time is a sneaky ninja and my birthday is tomorrow and no, I did not have plans even slightly.

The last thing I wanted was ideas for ways to bring more color into Hoppy House, and I’ve got nothing. Will keep working on that and see what comes.

Comment zen. Here’s what I’d love today.

  • Your own personal ads, small or large. Things you’ve asked for. Or are asking for. Or would like to ask for. Or updates on last time!

Stuff I’d rather not have:

  • The word “manifest”.
  • To be told how I should be asking for things.
  • To be judged, psychoanalyzed or given unsolicited advice.

Wishing love and good things for your Very Personal Ads! I’m so happy to have people doing this with me.