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: Darlings. Who do you know in Scotland? Near Edinburgh?

Here’s what I want:

Lindsay (that’s @gurubody on Twitter — she’s a client and colleague and person I hugely admire) is an AMAZING teacher.

She’ll be visiting from Spain and doing a program in Edinburgh on Sunday 28 November from 10 until 5.

Highly recommended. Especially for Shivanauts but really for everyone. Can you help me pass this on?

I would love for her to find her right people for this.

Ways this could work:

I can tell you guys.

And remind people.

And hope for the best and plant wishes and say yay.

My commitment.

To support things I care about.

Thing 2: Oh my poor sweater!

Here’s what I want:

My absolute favorite sweater (It’s orange! It’s from Berlin!) has a hole in the shoulder.

Sadface mouse!

I want it healed please! But I do not do knitting and stitching and such, and all the awesome crafty and fix-capable people I know live far away.

Ways this could work:

Maybe you know this person in Portland (the Younger) with the magic knitting needles who can make my sweater happy again!

Maybe you are this person!

(I should also mention here what I don’t want, which is kind, sweet-hearted offers to teach me to do this.

If there were fifty hours in a day, I’d take you up on it. Right now my time goes to running a company, writing and destuckifying, and that’s where I’m at. Thanks!)

My commitment.

To ask around hopefully.

To trust that the person will show up if I keep looking for her (or him).

And I will totally give you a tour of the Playground or buy you a coffee or something if this is you.

Thing 3: Ease with travel, please.

Here’s what I want:

For everything about the trip to Asheville (where Selma and I are teaching the Week of Biggification to happen with grace and smoothness and general fabulousness.

Ways this could work:

It just could.

I could surprise myself.

My commitment.

I will wear my invisible crown and my extremely visible red sovereignty boots. And be sparkly.

And breathe and breathe and breathe and breathe.

And use my emergency calming techniques and stretch and write and read books on the phone (because it’s the future!)

Thing 4: Bloggery magic, preferably in pill form.

Here’s what I want:

So of course I have not written posts for the eight days I’ll be teaching and the other five days I’m on the road.

All together now: hahahahahahahahahaha.

What could happen so that there are good things here and I don’t go crazy?

Ways this could work:

Okay. I can post some of the stuff I’ll be journaling while I’m there.

Maybe I will have a Brilliant Idea while on the plane? Stranger things have happened.

My commitment.

To be receptive to the perfect, simple solution.

To allow for elegance in problem-solving.

To Shiva Nata it up and let the epiphanies tell me what to do.

To wait and see.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

Let’s see. I wanted sequencing and timing support with my insanely insane week of insanity.

And things did kind of just work, though I have no idea how.

I also asked for help figuring out a non-sugared thing to give out on Halloween. And thanks to genius suggestions from the commenter mice, we are going with bubbles. Bubbles!

Then there was a thing about this conflict in my workspace. And while it isn’t resolved, I’m no longer feeling anxious about it. So yay. Unexpected result!

The last ask was about Hiro’s new class, and from what I hear there’s been great response. Well done, week of insanity. Sparklepoints!

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.

The Fluent Self