Because 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.

Checking in again …

What a week. What a week. Who’s up for collapsing on a couch with me?

Selma is, apparently. Moving on.

The hard stuff

Needing comfort, support and stability and not always finding it.

Part of searching for a new home requires filling out incredibly obnoxious forms with enough invasively personal information to make one (okay, me) feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Even though I know it’s just “the way things are done”, each time it happens I pitch a fit.

Because really, it drives me crazy that I have to give a complete stranger my social security number, bank account numbers, credit card number and a hundred other things, and then just trust that a. they aren’t going to do anything nefarious with it and b. no one is going to break into their filing cabinet, you know?

Ugh.

Also I despise having credit reports done on me because I haven’t any credit. That’s what happens when you live abroad for over a decade. I wasn’t here.

But apparently it looks rather suspicious when you don’t have credit.

Luckily, every place I’ve lived the owners have fallen madly in love with me and my duck, so we just explain about living in the Middle East and Europe for years and years and then we all laugh about how crazy life is.

We’ll see how it goes this time.

Sad sad sad dreams.

I keep dreaming about my friend who killed himself. Not really about him so much as about me missing him.

It’s like, I’m over the grief during the day but then in my dreams I’m sobbing and falling apart and yelling at him for leaving me.

Sometimes I don’t even remember it was a dream until I stop and think, “Wait a minute, I couldn’t have been sitting on the edge of a bathtub and crying my eyes out, we don’t even have a bathtub!”

I keep telling myself that it will hurt less, but it’s really more that it just hurts different.

The good stuff

I voted!

Yes, this was my first time voting in an American presidential thing. Whee, I did the thing!

Though I must say it was ridiculously anticlimactic. Turns out that in Oregon you just mail your vote in. Very uninspiring. 

I don’t care. It still goes belongs in the good rather than the hard. I was totally excited to exercise my civic something or other.

Who’s the freak now, huh?

Hey, I’m not the only one doing the Friday ritual anymore! Yay, Chas!

He talks about his week, he talks about ducks (well, getting them in a row but a duck is a duck, right?), and about yoga and about his “creative love child of a fluent self practice“. And about butternut squash ratatouille.

I mean, wow. Doing the Friday ritual and having my week. Weird, huh?

Best “testimonial” ever?

The fabulous Sonia Simone wrote a lovely post about not freaking out during the recession.

And among a list of awesome, biggified people and some uh, much more traditional ideas than anything I’ve talked about in a while, she also included me and Non-Sucky Yoga Month!

There’s no one better than Havi Brooks at taming the full-on freakout. She’s the ninja of nonagression, the contessa of calm, the diva of destuckification.

Isn’t she perceptive? I mean, nice? We love Sonia. Sonia rocks. Read her post.

We found the house!!!!!

Remember when I stuck my heart on my sleeve and wrote that charming personal ad to the house I want to crush on?

Well, the house found us. And it’s the one.

Spacious with high ceilings and wooden floors and light everywhere. There are cozy window seats. There is a garden with tomato plants. There is a meditation room. There is an enormous front porch with a swing. It is beautiful.

I have fallen madly in love with it which is wonderful and horrible as I can’t stop dancing around and being an on-and-off heart-breakingly enamored basket case while waiting for the owners to decide that yes, we are in fact the ones. (We are!)

So if all goes well (knock on laptop), we — that is, me, my gentleman friend, my duck and possibly my kid brother — will be moving in to this delightful space.

I’m giving you all credit for finding this place, given how many people were sending good rental vibes or whatever. And keep sending them! We need all the help we can get. *swoon*

Non-sucky Yoga Month is so so so cool.

I kind of figured that no one would care about Non-Sucky Yoga Month but me.

Given the amount of enthusiastic email and the fact that half the 54 packages have already sold, I’m going to say that a. I was wrong and b. it’s probably going to be a pretty short month.

So if it’s your kind of thing, or actually (and even better) if it totally isn’t your kind of thing, go pick up your Non-Sucky Yoga Package this weekend.

That’s it for me ….

And yes yes yes, absolutely join in my Friday ritual if you feel like it and/or there’s something you just want to say out loud too.

Yeah? What was something hard and/or good (or weird?) that happened in your week?

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