What I want:

A sense of how to make the piece flow from one thought to the next; or

A good headline that makes it all clear to me exactly what I want to say; or

A sense of comfort that what I want to say is valuable, which will free me up to write it.

(I don’t know if I did this right by asking for any of three alternatives, but this was my first try)

How I want it/ways it could come to me (I conflated these)

In a flash of insight
In a sudden wave of comfortableness

My commitment

I will do my best to forgive myself for “not having bigger insights to share” in the piece

Almost as soon as I wrote all this down, I sat down to write, and the piece started to flow. Holy cow.

I am new to your site, Havi, and I absolutely love it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Wanted: A way of eating that will both nourish my body and not send me straight into dysfunctional eating patterns due to a knee-jerk reaction to dietary restrictions.

How this could happen:
1) Accept that I don’t have to eat perfectly. 80-90% of the time would be better than what I’m doing now.
2) Cut down on the blogs that I read that push 100% compliance with a particular manner of eating, e.g. low carb, Paleo, etc.
3) Accept that some foods are off limits due to the severe physical reactions that they cause, e.g. gluten, dairy, soy.
4) Accept that there are some foods that I should eat less often since they don’t provide me with optimal health, e.g. grains, sugar

My commitment:
1) To appreciate my health
2) To strive to do something every day to maintain or improve my health
3) To remain physically fit
4) To remember that mental health is just as important as physical health

I have been in career/life-mission limbo for three years since graduating from my Ph.D. program, not really knowing what I’m doing because hey, I was supposed to be an academic, and now I’m not really. And literally earlier in the day that the budget document came to me, I had made a commitment to this place and my current work.

I am willing to commit to this town and its people. But I need to know about the work thing so that I can move on if it is finally time, and if the decision is going to be out of my hands.

How it could happen: Word could come down from someone with authority in university budget matters, either in the form of assurance that I have a job for, say, another year at least, or that I need to start doing something else.

My commitment: If I lose my job, I will make a commitment to move forward with one thing and one thing only. I will choose carefully among many uncertain options.

Both of my dogs got skunked. We have a dog door. Enough said.

My house *gasp*
Oh, my house.

AD: Dog enthusiast seeks all home remedies to help clear her house of skunk. I have some serious writing I have to do and can’t work in my house like this. Three deadlines and 48 hours.

What I don’t want: Stuff to clean the dogs. I have a kick ass recipe for them and they are de-skunked.

My commitment: try what ever you have to offer (other than the coffee grounds and apple cider vinegar thing because I’m doing that already). My other commitment is, as always, to check out your stuff and see if I can help with any of the personal.
.-= melissa´s last post … Humble Pie for Breakfast =-.

For my next book topic to find me; and it would be cool if it came with a publisher attached …

To set my feet firmly on my path, writing, teaching, and learning … and finding the balance for all three.
.-= Amelia G.´s last post … How do you dye a ball? =-.

Checking in from Retreat-ing to see you all and I just want to say that I love all of you so much.

So much goodness here. And kindness. And hey-I’m-paying-attention-to-my-stuff-ness.

Thank you for that! And for all these gorgeous personal ads. Love it!

I just want to wish for you the finding of that Day, however it comes to you. I lost someone very dear when I was 21. After a few years of sobbing uncontrollably from grief and anger and things unsaid, I tried to make myself forget the date. It wasn’t good for me and he wouldn’t have wanted it. But, much as I have no sense of time ( I sometimes have to ask myself what *year* is this, never mind month or day) when his October day comes around, I always know it. Maybe your friends can bring the date to you. But I support you in your thoughts that you could suddenly just know. I believe it’s true.

No personal ad for me this time. Just want to say Thank You. The one I wrote here then posted on my blog was answered beautifully and unexpectedly, in inner and outer gloriousity.

Love to you.
.-= Mahala Mazerov´s last post … Help Wanted =-.