Friday chickenBecause it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.

And you get to join in if you feel like it.

Best. Friday. Ever.

I’m so excited about Northwest Knockdown (3 days of Roller Derby championship in Portland!) — and the extreme ass-kicking about to take place — that I can hardly get it together to chicken check in with you.

Root for my girls, okay? Not like they need it. But just in case.

Okay, let’s do this.

The hard stuff

Being about to move but not moving yet.

We move this Tuesday. Tooooozday. You-snooze-you-lose day. I’m-not-such-a-big-fan-of-Tom-Cruise-day.

The whole thing is making me a little crazed. Can you tell?

And since I’ve fallen in love with this dreamboat house (thanks, magical personal ad), the yearning and pining stuff is getting a little hard to take.

I keep walking over and gazing at it longingly. And then running away before someone calls the cops. Lovely. May also have to serenade it John Cusack-style.

Homesick.

Obviously this whole rooted grounding thing I’m doing with the move and all is very heavy and symbolic for me. Powerful stuff.

So — of course — the more I do it, the more I miss Tel Aviv.

In a heart-hurting, child-whining “I just wanna go hoooooooooooooooome!” sort of way.

And not just the city (the city!) but my friends there and my old neighborhood and my extended family and being able to say what I think the second it comes into my head and a million other little things.

It’s been almost four years since I left. It’s probably time for a visit. We’ll see. I don’t really want to talk about it.

So let’s move on to the good.

The good stuff

I got to meet Jeff!

Jeff Moriarty is a Twitter friend.

If Twitter is my favorite place to hang out online and @jmoriarty is one of my favorite people there … well, you can imagine how cool that makes him.

Anyway he was visiting Portland and came all the way across town in the rain to have a hot drink with me. And it was completely delightful.

He’s as great in person as he is in 140-character bits-of-genius, and I pretty much did not stop laughing the entire time.

You know, the internet has been good to me in so many ways. And I’ve been able to meet so many incredible people … getting to hang out with some of them in person is such a treat. Hooray!

Speaking of Twitter …. hilarity and goofiness ensue!

One of the best parts of Twitter is that it’s a space where I can be completely kooky and ridiculous in ways that I probably wouldn’t here.

After my rant this Wednesday making fun of evil, manipulative marketing-based yoga “lumberjack” yoga, a bunch of Twitter friends started riffing with me.

It started — how could it not — with “Monty Python’s infamous I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay” theme.

Then someone had the brilliant idea that we should produce an over-the-top yoga-lumberjack-themed Broadway musical. And then we started planning it.

And tagging our little missives with the (semi-obscene) #lumberjackyogabroadwaymusicalpr0n

Some of the highlights of our, um, conversation. You’ll probably never speak to me again.

dancing_geek: @sparkyfirepants *joins in at back* He’s a lumberjack and he is fab, sun salutaions work his abs…

sparkyfirepants: @havi I’m having visions of opening night.

heatherartworks: @sparkyfirepants @havi @dancing_geek – I am intrigued by this musical you are putting together #lumberjackyogabroadwaymusicalpr0n

sparkyfirepants: @heatherartworks @havi you don’t even have to harmonize as long as you can breathe correctly while swinging an ax.

melle: @havi @heatherartworks I was a transvestite lumberjack for Hallowe’en one year, and was a theatre student. Can I play?

And so on. I dearly love Twitter. It keeps me sane. You should be playing with us. We’re holding lumberjack tryouts next week.

This has nothing to do with Twitter, I promise.

This week I also experienced the most amazing healing session ever.

I’ve had all kinds of “wacky energy healing” stuff done that has been oh, less than impressive, but the work Hiro Boga does is freaking INCREDIBLE. 

Seriously. Here website does not do her justice at all. I got a shocking amount of blocked stuff sorted out — things I’ve been working on for what seems like forever. 

It was absolutely beautiful and I pretty much cried to myself the whole time and for three days straight I felt safe and happy and motivated and GOOD and CLEAN — and even now I can’t stop smiling just thinking about it.

I’m still boggling at how amazing it was.

You should probably go do a session before I convince her that she should be multiplying that price by three.

Unintentional awesome testimonial of the week!

From LeAnne McDaniel at Write On Communications (with permission):

“For whatever reason, maybe through your hypnotic marketing (grin), I trust you.

You sound like you have your shit together — you know, in the way that you don’t always have your shit together, but you’re mostly okay with that.

I want that.”

That is wonderful. Love it.

In fact, I think I want THAT to be my new tagline or something.

“Havi Brooks: she doesn’t always have her shit together, but she’s mostly okay with that.”

That is the most pure-hearted and weirdly flattering testimonial I’ve ever gotten.

Rock. On.

And really, how can I not leave you with this?

How can I not?

That’s it for me ….

And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.

Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?

And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend. And a happy week to come.

The Fluent Self