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: Making what I don’t want considerably more fun.

Here’s what I want:

So. Several weeks ago I asked for suggestions for places to stay in Austin in March, so I could attempt being-at-SXSW-again, but still avoid the actual conference and just about all of the people.

Because I’m charmingly anti-social that way. And my readers came up with all sorts of lovely options for me (thank you!).

And I noticed I was actually feeling extremely relieved when it turned out that all of these were already booked.

The truth is, I did not really love being there two years ago, though parts of it were fabulous. And then last year we experimented with JWNS (just west no south). Which was kind of good and kind of not.

Anyway, time to cook up an alternative plan that I can actually look forward to.

Ways this could work:

Oh, so many options.

I could go somewhere that I would actually like to be.

Like Monterey.

And hibernate. Or hold an event of my own. Or go on Pirate Queen Non-Emergency Vacation. Or do business strategizing, except call it something more fun.

I could also stay in PDX and throw a non-conference of beer and biggification.

Or do what I did last year and visit my wonderful uncle in the woods and drink tea and nap and read.

My commitment.

To make some sort of plan so that I don’t just end up doing nothing.

To have fun with this.

To be willing to be surprised.

Thing 2: Order and sequencing.

Here’s what I want:

Having not done any work at all for two weeks, I am not especially looking forward to the first Drunk Pirate Council of Doom.

I mean, I am, because I have missed drunk-pirate-council-ing. But I am feeling a bit apprehensive about the sheer number of things that need my attention.

It would be so wonderful to have some ease with order and sequencing. For the different pieces to sort themselves out and fall into place.

Yes, please.

Ways this could work:

Process the process.

Take notes.

Ask for help.

One thing at a time.

Breathe breathe breathe breathe.

Also, I need to remember to tell you guys again about the Great Ducking Out and how there are two spots left. Yes?

My commitment.

To notice what isn’t working.

To practice patience with my inability to be patient.

To learn from the hard and appreciate the good.

Thing 3: Ease-filled readjustment.

Here’s what I want:

To find my way back to my routines.

To take it slow.

To give myself more time than I think I need.

To bring spaciousness into my week and to every possible aspect of my day.

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 walk. And be in the garden.

And to experiment.

Thing 4: Progress on a project

Here’s what I want:

As always, I came out of this week of teaching with a giant idea for a thing that is wonderful.

And it needs some time, affection, love, writing.

I do not know when this might happen.

Ways this could work:

Me and a journal and a pot of tea.

My commitment.

To make time for this.

To remember how important it is to give your new tiny, sweet thing some space.

To remember how this happened after the Destuckification Retreat last January, and how what came from that was the Playground, so giving these ideas time and love is such a big deal.

And worth it. So just do it.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

Let’s see. I wanted rhythm, routine, ritual. And it kind of worked.

My days started to make more sense. I was less exhausted. More focused.

Then I wanted help figuring out the test that is not a test, and I had a Brilliant Idea. No progress on it, but that’s my new project.

I wanted time for writing, typing and sleeping. And, amazingly, it happened.

Normally I need several weeks after teaching an event to type up all my notes. This time I managed to give it an hour or two each morning. All done! All done!

And the last ask was for trust and faith, and I got it in spades. Thank you, me from last week. That was exactly the right thing to ask for, and the results were intense.

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.