Free EBook: How to Create a Feeling

I’ve written an ebook and I’m giving it away for free!

I was inspired to write How to Create a Feeling: A Guide to Face Your Feelings & Turn Them Into Art through the feelings I create out of fiber (my art) and an intuitive need to share what I’ve learned about navigating depression so it doesn’t rule my life. 

The first portion of the book shares information about our feelings and why we often suppress or deny what we feel.  The latter portion includes several exercises to help you navigate those feelings, particularly what I call your dominant negative feeling, and turn it into art.

This book was written for every woman who’s tired of being at the mercy of her feelings and would rather create feelings of joy and ease in every situation.

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Please keep reading for an excerpt!


As women, many of us were programmed from birth to be and behave a certain way.  To follow the rules, not raise our voices, and let someone else lead (even while we’re being told we can be leaders).  We don’t own our own goddessness because that would be ballsy and women aren’t supposed to be ballsy.  We’re trained to not express our feelings so as not to be seen as “hysterical” or a “drama queen” or weak.

If you’re here, it’s because some part of you sees this societal programming as the bullshit it is.

You’re waking up to stand in your power.

You’re waking up to own and express your feelings.

You’re waking up to the realization that life isn’t meant to be hard; it’s meant to be lived with joy and ease.


Programming begins prior to birth, regardless of whether our parents knew our gender. Our pregnant mothers and expectant fathers painted pictures in their respective heads of the child that was coming. Their own programming dictated the visions they saw of the little girl or boy who was on her or his way. They contemplated pink or blue walls, even as they may have chosen a gender neutral color for baby’s room. Their hearts were drawn to adorable little dresses, tiny little sneakers, and twee little ball caps. Secretly, even unconsciously, they dreamed of having one or the other.

Then you arrived. Out of the womb, you slid into the doctor’s hands and the words “it’s a girl” were spoken. And your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, doctors, and nurses responded to their individual programming triggers to wrap you in a pink blanket, put a bow on your head, declare you beautiful and swoon over the precious clothing that declared you female.

All babies appear gender neutral when the diaper is on. So our families use clothing and accessories to identify us as girls or boys. It’s what they know how to do. It’s how they believe they’re fulfilling their role as parent, by helping you identify as female or male.

As you grew, and before you could dress yourself, this gender identification continued with the clothing you wore. It was always out of your control. And with the clothing choices also came the instructions:

Girls are sweet and kind. Sugar and spice and everything nice. Girls are docile, quiet, and friendly. Girls are eager to help around the house and in the kitchen. Girls don’t raise their voices. They don’t hit. They don’t yell. They don’t scream.

From an early age, we females are trained to follow these rules. The result? Grown women who are unable to express themselves.

So we find ourselves turning to alcohol or drugs or food, to relationships that don’t suit, to men who don’t cherish, to friendships that never go deep because the inability to express what we really feel, in whatever manner feels most aligned, causes us to live surface lives.


No matter how enlightened society appears to be, with all the shifts that have occurred to date and continue to occur, there’s still an expectation women are delicate creatures, emotional and prone to melodramatics.  And maybe we are. I know I’ve had my moments.  And when I’ve had those moments, others get uncomfortable.  I’ve been told to calm down.  I’ve been told “it’s okay.”  I’ve been told lie after lie as the others attempt to calm me down so they don’t have to feel whatever it is they feel when I’m expressing my feelings.  And that’s where society has it wrong.  That’s where we have it wrong within ourselves.

It’s time to FEEL your feelings.  All of them.  Open, happy, alive, peace, love, fascination, hope, free.  Sad, rejection, fear, boredom, helpless, confused, depressed, angry, defeat.  And all derivatives that fall under them.  

Feelings are experiences.  They’re states of being.  But we suppress these aspects of our being.  We shove our anger down because we don’t want to create conflict.  We put a muzzle on our elation because we don’t want to be seen as bragging.  We create a soup with hope, seasoned with doubt.  We experience freedom, those moments when everything just falls beautifully together, and then we tell ourselves it was a fluke and won’t ever happen again.  We don’t own these feelings as natural and normal and absolutely part of who we are in our humanness.  

And this gets us stuck.

It’s time to get unstuck.


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New Year Wishes for 2021

2020 has been a ride, hasn’t it?!

As we roll into 2021, we still need to keep our hands and arms inside the ride at all times until the roller coaster comes to a stop, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make New Year wishes.

I have a few I wish for you.

Festiveness to brighten your day

With joy and ease…

For the new year…

I wish you feel the blessings 2020 delivered to you, even if you experienced loss.

I wish you happy memories with those you love, whether near or far, here in our human life or watching over you from Spirit life.

I wish you adventure and love, gratitude and compassion, new experiences and all your dreams come true.

I wish you growth and personal evolution as you learn something new every day.

I wish you read good books and see good art and enjoy good entertainment.

Most importantly, I wish you joy and ease.

May your 2021 be joyous and bright!

xoxo


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Yuletide Wishes

Happy Holidays! It’s the most festive week of the year!

I never write much between now and the new year; there’s much to do, even with no travel, no guests, and a quieter celebration.

So this is to say…I’m sending Yuletide wishes your way.

Our tree…
When in Florida…
From our house to yours…

With joy and ease…

This year has been unlike any we’ve ever known before and yet, looking back, I find ours was filled with blessings that far outweigh the turmoil.

In our home, we celebrate Christmas and we acknowledge the ancient tradition of Yule on the Winter Solstice. On these days, we focus on gratitude for those blessings, compassion for the turmoil, love for humankind, and joy for the opportunity that is this human life.

Whatever tradition you follow, may it too be filled with gratitude, compassion, love, and joy, a merry and bright time, filled with ease.

xoxo


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The GTFOver Myself Project

In late October, I received an intuitive ping to take a selfie. Then I got a second ping that said take one every day and post each of them on social media. I’ve learned to pay attention to those pings, so I complied.

But I wasn’t particularly happy about it.

Day 1 through 9

GTFOver myself…

I wasn’t all that happy about receiving an intuitive message from the Universe directing me to take photos of myself and then share them. I dislike selfies. I’m not fond of seeing myself in pictures. I gave up wearing makeup in the early days of the pandemic. There were a variety of reasons why I felt a frequent urge to slap myself upside the head instead of pointing my iPhone at my face.

But intuitive pings come for a reason. They’re guidance to help us shift past or through something that’s blocking us. Pings are signposts that tell us something we need to learn.

What I needed to learn was to GTFOver myself. I needed to stop hiding in my introverted closet, which had become even easier to accomplish with a global pandemic. I needed to learn how to be visible and in the process, maybe from my example, someone else would learn how to be visible too.

So I committed.

Day 10 though 19

30 days of selfies…

The original ping didn’t give me a timeline, which is often the way with messages from intuition, so I decided I’d do it for 30 days. There were days when I almost forgot to snap a pic. There were days when I knew exactly what I wanted to say in the caption I wrote to go with each photo. There were days when I really, really wanted to stop.

But I persisted.

Learning how to be visible is a lesson I’ve avoided most of my life. I was bullied almost every day for five years in elementary school. That experience taught me it’s simpler, and safer, to be a wallflower. I’ve been struggling with that chaotic vibration for years because it’s not actually my nature to be quiet or demure. I’m a tiny person with a big voice and a ridiculous amount of energy and light. My energetic vibration is high and yet, before I submitted to the GTFOver Myself Project, I was suppressing that vibration.

Taking a selfie every day for 30 days ripped the door off the hinges and released my energy and light. I learned to stop worrying about what others thought of me and instead, just BE me.

Which is a key component to living a life of joy and ease, in touch with your feelings, by the way. When you can BE who you’re meant to be, joy and ease become immediately accessible.

Day 20 through 30

With joy and ease…

We all have lessons to learn while living this human life. Learning to be visible is one of mine. Taking daily selfies not only allowed me to BE who I’m meant to be, it also helped me to feel more comfortable in my own skin. And I think we could all use a little more of that.

This lesson will always be a work in progress. I’ve stopped taking and posting daily selfies because I GotTFOver myself, for which I’m grateful. I’ve now shifted to a weekly selfie practice because I found I enjoyed smiling at people from their social media feeds.

I found I enjoyed sharing my joy with the world.

What lesson do you need to learn that will ultimately give you joy?


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How to be a bathroom ninja

I originally wrote this essay over 8 years ago when I was working corporate and shared it on my old site, hilbitwrites.wordpress.com. At the time, there was a lot of WTF going on in the ladies restroom at the office. A couple weeks ago, I shared it with a friend after she grumbled about the bathroom situation at her job.

Apparently, some things never change.

The purpose of sharing it again now is to offer you a laugh (we need more of those this pandemic year). Also, it may just make you super grateful to work from home.

Laughter and gratitude: two surefire ways to feel more joy and ease.

How to be a bathroom ninja…

Disclaimer: This essay may get me kicked off the internet.  If you’re easily offended, or find discussions of pooping something that shouldn’t actually be discussed, this essay is probably not for you.

As the title suggests, this essay is about bathrooms.  Specifically, public restrooms.  More specifically, the woman’s restroom at my office.  If I don’t get kicked off the internet, I may be banned from using the work bathroom.

That might not be a bad thing.  I have a feeling the restroom at the local Target is cleaner.

A little back story…

There are rules for using a public facility, even if the “public” is limited to your co-workers in a private office building.  At least once a week, I or one of my girl friends is subjected to a random but offensive bathroom violation.  We’ve reached the point where this is so out of control, we run to tell the others what happened.  I think it’s a matter of misery loves company.  But these incidents are often humorous.  And who can’t use a good laugh in the middle of their work day?

I’ve posted some of these to my Facebook status.  My sister-in-law tells me she plans to set up a lawn chair in my work restroom if she ever gets to Chicago.  I don’t blame her.  It’s the best tourist attraction in town.

My goal with this essay is to point out the most common violations and the rules for avoiding them.  I realize I’m going to give away some secrets but removing the veil of mystery surrounding the “Ladies Room” is necessary in the interests of public education.  How violated each of us may feel when subjected to any of these infractions will vary among individuals, so feel free to pick and choose the rules you follow.  Just remember…the rules are now public, so we’re all going to be expected to step up our game.  And, if you decide you want to print these out and hang them on the stall doors of YOUR work restroom, go right ahead.  Please just attribute it to hilaryclark.com.

So, in no particular order of importance…

Musical accompaniment…

If you feel the need to play music on your iPhone or iPod while using the public restroom, go ahead.  Just know it is NOT masking the sounds coming from your stall.

If you decide to break out in song after completing your business, again, go ahead.  The acoustics in most restrooms are pretty fantastic.  But consider your song choice with care.  Don’t choose to sing Tomorrow, unless you’re pondering your next visit.  Instead choose something commemorative of the moment, like Memories.  And please be aware: suddenly bursting into song may startle any other occupant, shocking a fart into the atmosphere, thereby adding a noxious element to what would have otherwise been a cultural moment.

Basic cleanliness…

If you protect your precious bottom from whatever resides on the seat with a liner or several layers of toilet paper, please think of future visitors.  Do the courteous thing and ensure all remnants of sanitary barrier have followed your business down into the bowels of the sewer.  Don’t leave even a square to scare the next unsuspecting user when she enters the stall.  No one wants to touch someone else’s safety paper, even with the toe of a shoe.

In a similar vein, make sure you leave the seat dry.  I’m talking primarily to the squatters here, but all of us leave the occasional drip.  Dry is nice.  Wet is not.  Even with a paper barrier, the dampness seeps through.  Sure, it might be back-splash and purely potable water, but there’s no way to know that when you’ve planted your ass in a small puddle.

If you’re prone to shedding, please use a toilet paper square to brush those lonely locks of hair into the bowl.  And I’m not just talking about the hair on your head.  This is why waxing was invented.

These particular situations compound the intrinsic filthiness of my work restroom.  Each day, one of the janitors has to pour water down the floor drain to eliminate the sulfuric scent of rotten eggs.  And it’s too bad they haven’t figured out a solution to the gnats.  It’s disconcerting to be sitting there, minding your own business, contemplating the fate of the nation, and gnats start swarming around you.  It’s enough to give a person a complex.

One of my friends has done some traveling.  She informed me the porcelain holes in the ground she encountered in Peru were cleaner than the restroom we use at the office.  Even if I don’t get banned from the bathroom here, the one at Target is looking better and better.

Stall etiquette…

On any given day, I suspect most of us aren’t too worried about our personal space.  Until we enter the bathroom.  (Ed. Note: this was written WAY pre-pandemic; nowadays, keep that 6’ between you.)

Once we enter the bathroom, we become islands and want vast acres of space between us and the next person.  If you enter a bathroom and the only unoccupied stall is immediately next to an occupied one, leave.  Come back later.  If you’re desperate and you absolutely, positively must go right that moment, practice your Kegels.  One of those stalls should open up soon and you can grab one without a neighbor.

While you’re at it, hold off on conversation.  I’m happy to talk to you when we’re both at the sink, but I’d rather pretend neither of us exist when one or both of us is in a stall.  There are plenty of places for a good long chat.  Most of those places have much more comfortable seating that a cold porcelain throne.

My same friend also traveled to the Dominican Republic where the public use cozy little rooms, fully enclosed for glorious privacy.  I imagine it to be a little condo complex of bathroom stalls, pristine and secure, with latches that latch and the illusion you’re sitting on the commode in the sanctity of your bathroom at home.

Courtesy flush…

Most people know of, and make full use of, the courtesy flush.  It’s used to mask any noise that may be emanating from your stall.  It rids the room of acrid smells.  If you’re afflicted with an EBM (explosive bowel movement), or Ass-plosion, the courtesy flush serves as cover for what is surely an awkward experience.  Particularly if someone else is using the restroom, or the restroom is located right next to peoples’ work space, the courtesy flush is the polite thing to do.  Sure, everyone knows why you’re doing it. 

It’s still considered good etiquette.

Except when the courtesy flush causes water and whatever else is in the bowl to splash back on the user.  Or on the floor.  Or on your feet.  Or, as happened to me, on your shoulder.  I was wearing a sundress.  I had to take a sponge bath at the sink.  What the hell?

Respect…

If your boss gives you a work space next to the restroom, it probably means he or she doesn’t like or respect you very much.  Sorry to be so blunt, but you may need to rethink your job.  I overheard this conversation in the hall one day:

Person 1: I don’t like sitting next to the bathroom.  I can hear the pooping.

Person 2: (Stunned silence.)

I learned later that Person 1 was the same person who experienced an EBM, then struck up conversation with someone while still in the stall, trying to explain it was the coffee.

With joy and ease…

I hope you enjoyed this little foray into my writing archives. Feel free to share far and wide – everyone should learn how to be a bathroom ninja!


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