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.

Spooky halloween check-in

So our neighborhood is ridiculously halloween-obsessed.

To the point that pretty much everyone (except for us and the place I’m about to mention) is going mad trying to outdo each other by having more enormous glowing purple spiders on the roof than everyone else.

And then there is this one house with nothing. Just a tiny little wooden stick in the grass by a step that says … in sweet little letters:

*spooky*

Awesome. Okay, on to the week.

The hard stuff

Stupid transitions.

So the move is finally official — after two weeks of being on edge and not knowing.

Which is a good fantastic thing, of course. Because I am moving to the most perfect place in the entire world. Yes, I realize this is, at the core, happy news.

But all this in-betweenness brings with it all sorts of discomfiting layers of oof and aaaaaaargh. There’s the waiting. There’s the fact that — though perfect — it’s still a rental. One that might go back on the market in six months. Plus communication issues with the landlords.

And there’s me trying to stay organized and on top of things while knowing that soon everything will be different but I have no idea what that looks like yet.

And not liking the place where I am now. And trying to record audio while the neighbors are revving up their chainsaws and banging on their drumsets.

I know this really beautiful, wonderful thing is about to happen, and in the meantime meeting a lot of resistance to letting things be the way they are right now.

Just not being in the mood for stuff.

This could be winter hibernation mode, but man, I’m just not in the mood.

Usually I’m so full of crazy, brilliant ideas that I have to remind myself to stop. And what I want to do right now is just schnuggle in bed with a thousand blankets and a good novel.

So I’ve been doing a bit of that. Practicing doing it in the most guilt-free way possible. And at the same time I kinda miss the excitement.

It’s probably time for a mini-vacation. Especially with the move coming up. And of course I’m booked with clients through the first week in December.

And of course I’m not supposed to type that out loud because everyone reading this will hate me.

Not complaining about my good fortune. Just looking for the opening — the window — where I can take some serious time just for me. In the meantime, I’m finding pockets. Which are almost as good as windows.

And writing about time and my relationship to it.

The good stuff

I mentioned we got the house, right? We got the house! Happy happy house!

I cannot tell you how excited I am to have the rental agreement signed. Actually, much more excited about the prospect of having a huge, sunny, beautiful office.

Though I plan to spend most of my blogging time curled up in the window seat under the stained glass window on the stairs.

I’ve never really had my own workspace. Or, come to think of it, significant space for myself at all.

Only once, when for two years I rented my own apartment. It was tiny and in the second crappiest neighborhood in Tel Aviv. But it was beautiful and it was mine.

The “mine” part was so astoundingly great that for the first year I pretty much never left except to go to work. It was so freeing to just have space. Me-space.

And without having to be considerate of roommates or my husband (this was the place I moved to right when we were getting divorced). Knowing that every single thing in this place was there because I wanted it to be there.

Things have changed a lot since then.

I love living with my gentleman friend. I love living with my duck. And now my brother will be moving in with us as well, which is pretty much the best news ever as the rest of us are all crazy about him.

And one of the things I’m looking forward to the most is my big, wonderful office that doesn’t double as another space part of the time. A space just for me that I don’t have to share with anyone or anything.

Seriously I’m so happy I could burst into tears right this second.

One more thing. No. Two more things!

New mailing address!

If you’re the sort of person who sends me checks or fanmail or fansocks or whatnot please note that the Fluent Self has a brand new mailing address.

Though if you’re the type to send whatnot, and for whatever reason you absolutely must send hobo fingers, please send them to Jenny the Bloggess instead. She needs them more than I do.

Otherwise you can send whatever you’re sending to:

The Fluent Self
3527 NE 15th #220
Portland, OR 97212

Non-sucky Yoga Month is almost over!

Well, the month isn’t over, but the non-sucky yoga package thing goes away on Monday.

There were six left last I checked. If you want to do some non-sucky yoga with me, this is where you do it.

Or even if you don’t especially want to do non-sucky yoga but you want to have a happy, healthy back and be super-relaxed and feel generally good about life and know that the time you spend working is more productive and all that ….

Non-sucky yoga, baby. This blog is powered by it. Last chance.

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 and/or there’s something you just want to say out loud too.

Yeah? Anything hard and/or good (or *spooky*) that happened in your week?

And, as always have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend that is not too full of the *spooky*.

And a happy week to come.

The Fluent Self