Mad Love Monday #42

A collection of all of the random things I loved on the internet in the previous week (or so), and why you might love them, too. Or at least crush on them. Some fun advice on getting stuff done from Goddess Leonie. It involves Big Girl Panties and Wild Donkey Rides (I just realized how that sounds, but don’t worry, it’s completely G-rated). The Dance indeed. What a wonderful way to look at serving my Right People. Have you heard about the new gangs? They’re the “Cribs” and the “Beds” and you don’t want to find yourself in between them if you have babies, are expecting to have babies, or hoping to have babies soon. * * * Have a madly marvelous...

Writer’s Clog: How It’s Different From a Block and What To Do About It

We’re all familiar to some extent with Writer’s Block, that horrible affliction of Blank Page that dries out your eyeballs and sends you to the nearest ice cream shop. No matter how long you stare at it, the words just won’t appear. A lot of the time, the idea isn’t appearing either. It’s not a block, it’s a clog, and I need some Draino. I’ve been trying to write copy for my new website, Youth At Promise, for over twenty minutes. This hasn’t been my first attempt, either. The first couple of times I’ve tried and failed can be chalked up to just not being in flow, but now I’m starting to worry. Especially because it’s not that I’m blocked–I have so many ideas and so much I want to say it’s like they’re all bottlenecked in the pipeline of inspiration. The pressure is building and I’m frantically trying to get the trickle to become more of a torrent, no matter how messy it gets. None of the usual tricks have worked. Tricks like: just write anyway don’t worry about what’s coming out just type pick a starting point and refine it later do something else for awhile read something that inspires you beg the gods to have mercy, etc. Nada. Just a teeny, tiny trickle of words and not very good ones at that. The Check-In I checked in with my body (not because I’m smart but because it was kind of screaming) and noticed how tight it was feeling, especially in my chest. I sat back for a minute to think about what I needed, and immediately...

Feel Good Fridays: Time Travel Edition

This is the “time travel edition” because I actually wrote it last Friday but didn’t get around to posting it. So even though this Friday is different (no tears this morning!), I still want to kick this series off with the true beginning. . . I started this morning in tears over the number on the scale. For the last year and a half, it’s consistently read 7-10 lbs over my “happy weight.” I don’t always cry at this sight. But today it was the gateway to a whole lot of hurt, and once the tears stopped I was left with the general feeling of not being good enough. It’s Friday, and of course I’m nowhere near meeting my goals for the week. These goals include working on client projects and the endless steps involved in restructuring my biz to focus on my Great Work. My mind wants me to force myself into several hours of hard work; my body wants to just chill already. I know that working on my self is working on my biz, and relaxation breeds creativity better than forced discipline, and yet. . .well, it’s a practice, right? That’s what we do here. While I want to play with bringing a culture of ease into every day, I’m going to start with Fridays. It’s a different kind of ease than lazy Sundays; I’m not sure how but it is. Oh wait, yes I do know: on Sundays I rarely turn on my computer. Today I will make my choices based on what feels good–physically, mentally and spiritually. For instance, my body is achy and...

Mad Love Monday #40

A collection of all of the random things I loved on the internet in the previous week (or so), and why you might love them, too. Or at least crush on them. •    Kind of what I wanted to say after seeing “The King’s Speech;” definitely what I needed to hear. •    Who you callin’ a perfectionist? Okay, okay, I give up. I like what this post says, but wonder if I can be imperfect without trying to do it perfectly? •    I have been looking for a model like this for years! Rest assured that a Siesta Policy is going into my P&P manual posthaste. * * * Have a madly marvelous...

Taking My Blog Back, Dammit!

I’m taking this blog back, dammit! Taking it back from whom, exactly? Because I know it looks like it’s remained untouched (including by me, ahem) but that’s because those bastards are TRICKSY! They appear along with the mentors and advice-givers, freely dispensing this tip and that, suggestions and mandates strewn hither and thither. The (relatively) new blogger soaks all of this juicy goodness up, thankful that the masters have been so benevolent with their wisdom. And then? Then the monsters* that have been invoked by all this goodness begin their whispers: “No, no, no! Not like that! It’s not on topic!” “Wait, you have to outline it first!” “This blog is about wordsmithing–what does your personal life have to do with that? You are deceiving any innocent readers who happen across this site!” Which results in. . .a whole lot of crickets where a steady stream of blog content could be. Even though I know it’s my blog and since I don’t really have any readers to disappoint it doesn’t really matter what I write about, I’m still reluctant to break all the “rules” so the monsters can smugly sit back, arms crossed, eyebrows raised and say “See?” That’s all they would need to say. I cringe at the thought of that look. But today I remembered that I’m actually the boss here, or as I prefer to think of it, the Queen.* I also remembered that the monsters were probably really on my side, and scare tactics were the method they had chosen to keep me safe. Turns out we just had a failure to communicate: they yelled...