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!

Let us dooo eeeet.

Thing 1: evening.

Here’s what I want:

My morning routine and rituals are pretty ridiculously well-established.

But then the evening kind of falls apart.

There are a couple things I’d like to do before bed. Sometimes I remember, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes just too tired.

So I guess what I’d like for now is this: to get more information about what needs to happen. To plant some seeds for a more solid practice.

More curiosity and clarity about how I am in the evening, how I close out the day, and what I’d like to do differently. More love for my relationship with evening.

Ways this could work:

Hmm. I already have a bunch of things that work.

Like our no work after 5pm thing. And not going online. So the ingredients are set up.

Maybe a yoga nidra recording. Maybe I’ll just start with some extra quiet time before bed.

My commitment.

To keep a notebook by the bed to jot stuff down.

And keep thinking about this.

I’ll talk it over with Hiro. And do some Shiva Nata to get information, generate creative solutions and resolve whatever resistance comes up.

To be patient with this. This is a tangled thing, and there are a lot of patterns involved. We don’t need to try and rush in to fix everything at once. Time. There’s time.

Thing 2: Alright. My bohemian salon that used to be a teleclass.

Here’s what I want:

Gah. Yet again my sort-of-annual ritual of holding a special Habits Detective class sneaks up on me.

What this is:

Basically I’m a fabulous, wealthy and eccentric old New York socialite. In my head. And I open the doors to my rather Bohemian salon. Where I hold court and also whack things with my giant cane.

And we talk about some theme related to the stuff I teach about on the blog.

By phone. Or by dixie cup. Phone works better.

It doesn’t cost anything. Usually several hundred people sign up. We have the Chattery (that’s the chat room) for extra fun, and sometimes the madness spills out into the Twitter bar as well.

Anyway, it’s already next week! The twenty first of September. So I should tell people.

Ways this could work:

I can tell you about it right now.

Okay. This is the page where you sign up for the Habits Detective salon.

Which really needs a new name.

Also, we need a theme.

We can do shoe-throwing. We can do dealing with people who aren’t supportive. We can do whatever. Could you leave some suggestions in the comments? That would be awesome.

My commitment.

To wear an outrageous costume while I plan this. To laugh and play. To enjoy this class, because it is always a good time.

Thing 3: Not an office.

Here’s what I want:

I have issues with offices. I do not like them.

So of course, even though we will have been in Hoppy House two years come November, my office is still empty.

I am now turning it into a wishroom instead. And now I know exactly what I want in it. Excellent.

Except that as we all know, I am terrible at spending money on anything that isn’t directly investing in the business.

Working on it. Yes. Again. Still. That’s how it goes.

Ways this could work:

Let’s see.

I can sit with my gentleman friend and talk this out.

Bring some of it here. Process the process. Talk to the sad, scared parts of me who are apparently still living in an abandoned building in Berlin.

Also, I could visit the beautiful piece of art that I am currently lusting over and speak to it. Find out what qualities it has that I want. Find out all the different ways I could connect to them.

And find out what I need next.

My commitment.

To be willing to be surprised.

To keep asking questions.

To be receptive to a variety of different ways that things could move with this. To take lots and lots of notes!

Thing 4: Dana’s house.

Here’s what I want:

Do you live in Portland (that is, Portland the Younger)? Or do you want to? Scratch that. What a preposterous question. Of course you do.

My wonderful friend Dana is moving to Australia. Sadface me.

Here is her lovely house that is now for sale.

Dana is amazing. The house is amazing. Her realtor Hope is amazing (she helped us get the Playground!).

Come live there please. I might even drop by occasionally with fresh-baked bread.

Ways this could work:

I don’t know. But I do have a ton of readers in the Pacific Northwest.

And hey, this is exactly how I got Hoppy House. With an itty bitty personal ad.

So it’s worth a shot.

My commitment.

To be happy for Dana. To be happy for the house. To wish loving things for the people who get to live there.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

I had an ask about more wishes, and spending more time with my Very Personal Ads, and that totally happened. In fact, I bought a wishing book, and have just been scribbling little wants.

Mostly talking things over with the why I’m not allowed to investigate this more monsters, and learning what I can about that. Looking good.

And then I wanted to do more things to welcome my right people to the Week of Biggification (pickles) .. and that’s been a really interesting/challenging process.

First I completely restructured my welcoming systems, then I wrote postcards to each participant coming so far. And I also wrote a love letter to the group, but I haven’t published it yet. Maybe this week. Needed more gestation time.

So far I’ve talked to everyone coming but one. And I can’t wait to find out who the last few people who will take the last spots: maybe we will meet this week!

The last ask was about spending more time with my body, and that was … complicated. It both happened and it didn’t. So I’m going to rewrite that ask for this week.

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!

What I’d rather not have:

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

Wishing love and good things for your Very Personal Ads! So glad for everyone doing this with me.