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.
Sixty-six Chickens, ladies and gentleman. I don’t know why that’s exciting but it is.
And I’m in North Carolina! Again! Remember when I had a whole Friday Chicken called the … North Carolina Edition?
That’s because I kind of didn’t expect to be back there any time in the near future.
And now I’m there again. Because Barbara Sher (swoon!) is teaching a retreat there, and I wouldn’t miss it for anything.
The hard stuff
I hab a code.
Spent all week with this stupid cold that didn’t want to go away.
It makes all the good things in my life (sleep! yoga! dancing!) way less fun.
Stupid red nose.
In transition. I mean, in transit. Well, both.
We (me, Selma, the gentleman friend) got back from Vancouver Saturday night. Thursday morning I was on a plane again.
So the whole week was just playing catch-up and then off and running again.
Very disconcerting. And hard to concentrate.
My clothes are all destroyed.
I need to hedge here and say something like “don’t think I’m crazy buuuuuuut”. And now I’m hedging my hedge.
Okay.
There’s this screwed-up pattern in my life that makes no sense. Whenever I go through transition-ey stuff in my life, my clothes fall apart. I know.
Maybe it makes too much sense. Anyway.
Buttons fall off. Holes develop in places that you’d never even have thought possible. Things tear, stain, shrink, come undone.
Even new and new-ish things start unraveling and ripping all over the place.
The timing on this is incredibly irritating. And that’s all I want to say about that.
Got overloaded in a bad way.
I participated in a teleseminar on Sunday that was seven hours long. Without breaks.
Not that it wasn’t fascinating and powerful, because it was.
It’s just that my brain and body can’t function under those circumstances. I got kind of … energetically swamped. And everything shut down.
And then I had to spend the rest of the day crying in bed and the next day or so recovering.
Not from the material. Just from the physical experience of being on a phone and interacting with other people for that long.
Just another reminder of how I really need to make taking care of myself top priority, and to remember the sovereignty thing.
I broke Stu.
Not for good or anything. But I stepped on his head and now he has a crack. It’s a long, horrible story that I don’t feel like getting into.
Travel stress.
Gah. Stuck on runways. Delays. Missed flights. Arriving in North Carolina midnight after everything I did to avoid that outcome.
Little frustrations and irritations.
I’d spent the whole week looking forward to this one dance class. And then, somehow, it slipped my mind and we ended up running really late and stressing.
And there seemed to be lots of little moments like this, where I would lose track of something, panic, and have to come down.
The good stuff
Stuff working despite the frustrations and irritations..
So, even though there was just no way we were going to make to dancing on time, we got there on time.
And found a parking place right in front. Which has never happened. Nothing even close. And I’ve been going there since June.
Or then the car battery died right when my gentleman friend was supposed to be taking me to the airport yesterday morning.
But then a cab arrived within two minutes (which is unheard of where we live) and the driver was listening to NPR and it was just perfect.
Stuff like that.
On retreat! Retreeeeeeeeeeeaaaat!
As we know from this past summer, I love retreating.
And I’ve wanted to study with Barbara ever since reading Wishcraft. This is the last time she’s teaching this particular program, so I’ve very excited.
Travel not sucking. Astoundingly.
I have a lot of Friday Chicken updates about sucky travel stuff, and more than one Very Personal Ad asking for harmony and ease and stuff like that while going from one place to another.
Well.
This week — amid the suck — I’ve managed to have some of the best, most comfortable travel ever.
On the way back from visiting Hiro, my gentleman friend and I were two of the five passengers on the flight. No line at customs. No line going through security. It was like magic.
And yesterday, on my way to North Carolina?
No line going through security. Nothing. No hassling. The terminal was quiet. The plane was full but there was one empty seat and it was … next to me.
We were told there wasn’t going to be any room in the overhead bins but right above my seat there was an empty bin.
No crying babies. No loud-talkers. I didn’t even put in earplugs. And I usually live in my earplugs while I’m traveling.
Basically the whole thing (well, until the part when everything went to hell) was such smooth sailing that I think I might have accidentally gone through an opening in the matrix and popped into one of my parallel lives where things actually work.
Oh, and I found a penny!
I worked through a stuck.
Remember on Tuesday when I had a mediated interaction with a stuck?
Well, the thing that I was busy not doing has been done and is all taken care of. Thank you, mediator mouse.
Working on my dammit list.
It makes me happy.
And that’s a good thing, dammit.
And … playing live at the meme beach house!
Yes, that’s a Stuism too.
My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”
This week it’s:
Sparkly Freckle
Jolie: “And then my niece pointed at my nose ring and said ‘Aunt Jolie, I love your sparkly freckle!'”
Me: “Isn’t that a band?”
Jolie: “Well, actually it’s just one guy.”
No Stuisms this week, sadly, because Stu is in recovery mode and also because he didn’t say anything that funny. I hope it’s not connected to having been stepped on.
Because if I thought stepping on him would make him work, I would have done that ages ago.
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.
Follow
Oh North Carolina, lucky you Havi.
I lived in Chapel Hill for ten months as an exchange student, it was a fantastic experience to which I still feel deeply connected through the online and real-world friendships that have persisted or been reawakened over the years. It’s been 16 years since I was there.
ooh another weird week.
Not so much with The Bad
Well, I had that stressy, lumpy feeling for most of Sunday morning which was disconcerting. I’m really hoping that stops happening soon.
Monday to Wednesday passed in a blur with me mostly feeling like I wasn’t getting to do the thing I needed to do, Thursday was a meeting all day and today well, I think I’m avoiding and it needs to stop right now.
last night someone drove into wife’s car outside our house and drove off again..Grr
I still need an exit door that i can afford, can’t see anything yet and it’s making me feel weird.
The Good
I think I wrote last week’s chicken on the train on the way home from London didn’t I? well when i got home i was greeted by my wife and my mother-in-law with cheshire cat grins on their faces on account of the awesomeness they were about to present to me.
Ta Da! The new sofa had arrived and wife had been busy accessorising with new lamps, some beautiful lush red cushions and some art.
The art! She had blown up and framed some photographs I took, close-up shots of cricketing equipment. You think that sounds weird right? Wrong! They’re fantastic. my favourite is a shot of my wife’s beaten up batting gloves with the leather all coming apart on the fingers.
The art part 2! (this is the best bit). long ago at the beginning of the decade I came seventh in a national SMS text poetry competition. Seventh? well yes, but my poem was the only one to be anthologised..Anyway, wife has taken the text of my poem and turned it into the most fantastic typographical art and had it framed. It’s so fantastic, I love it and I am looking at it right now in our living room.
and the work – i chaired that all day meeting yesterday and it was ok. i was pleased.
so despite the weirdness it looks like Good conquers all? oh and our other sofa has been donated to an organisation that will ensure that a family in need will have something nice to sit on..
have a great weekend Chickeneers.
xx
http://lucysweetman.co.uk
Friday again? Wow. But: Chicken!
Good:
Progress on the Dissertation. Everything is always in some level of semi-finished-ness until actual publication, but one chapter is now in the before-last level.
Bad:
Belly dancing had to make way for the chapter to reach that level.
More bad:
Being evaluated next week. Major dread-ism going on, since I feel I haven’t accomplished that much/enough the past year. This weekend will be spent doing some self-evaluation and preparing the meeting.
Finishing with a good:
Receiving a letter from the Bosnian woman I sponsor through Women for Women Int.. She’s doing well and learning to support herself, her family and community. I’ll write to her and my other ‘sister’ in DR Congo this weekend.
Friday again?.. Havi, Barbara Sher’s retreat sounds so awesome. Would you please share with us your impressions once you are back? Please!
The hard:
– five out of seven days spent in moving vehicles on very bumpy, mostly dusty roads
– a lot of blah food
– difficult to make time for yoga and journalling
The good:
– most of “moving vehicle days” were actually due to a safari!
– a lot of wild animals!
– and gorgeous landscapes!
– staying with a good friend
– Nairobi is cool and green and efficient (!) – a big change from Dar es Salaam
– hanging out last night at a very cool lounge
All in all, a pretty good week. Hope most folks here had a good one, too!
Whooo! Chicken! Hey guys.
@Jenia – wow. That’s quite a week. And yes, I agree with everyone that it seems almost unreasonable that Friday should be here so soon. 🙂
@Inge – Ugh. Evaluations. Even the word makes me want to go hide under a bed. Thanks for the link to Women for Women. And good luck with the evaluating thing …
@Lucy – lush red cushions! poem anthologized! Wow. Brilliant. Two nice surprises in one week. Very cool.
Oh Chicken. You come so soon this week. And now I want all of my freckles to be sparkly! Cute.
Let’s see. Actually not too much hard this week. Well, a little bit, but I’m working on it instead of ignoring it, so I can’t call it hard, even though the work is kind of hard. Um, geesh. Does that make any sense? It’s good to be working on it, but it’s still hard. Yes.
Good:
-Lot’s of wow! moments this week where things just came up that were exactly what I needed. Even when I didn’t realize it at the moment. I love it when flow happens without really trying.
-I’m going to learn to knit. I’m excited! Especially because it will give me something to do with my hands when I am hanging out with my hub in the evening. A lot of the time, we just listen to music and talk and I have a very hard time sitting still because Must Be Doing Something At All Times! I think knitting will be that something. At least it will keep me in my seat.
-I’d been wanting to learn more about chakras for a while. Just was kind of hanging around the edge of some of that knowledge, wanting to know more but letting the inner skeptic push me away. Especially when the things I came across were just too fluffy. I needed a swearing pirate chakra guide or something. Then I found the right stuff and got the ball rolling. Now that I’m into it, it’s opening all sorts of mind-doors and body-windows and letting the light in and yay! I needed this.
-NaNoWriMo! It’s going better than I expected. This morning I approached 11,500 words. And it hasn’t been a struggle. Yet.
.-= Emily´s last post … Intuition, Dolphins, Hearts – But Not in a Silly New-Age Way =-.
Strange. I could have sworn we’d just had Friday.
Hard:
– My car went in for some routine maintenance on Wednesday. It came home in worse shape than it left (plus my having to leave more than a grand with the shop).
– Serious anxiety about the car and some odd insecurities and Old Stuff floating into awareness.
– Deadlines. Overwork.
– More dreams about monsters and several close-to-sleepless nights. Must take time to figure out the source of anxiety. Have no time to figure out the source of anxiety.
– No time to blog. 🙁
Good:
+ I was able to offer a tiny bit of help to a regular Friday Chickener who is suffering with her own set of Extremely Hard.
+ Overwork = money for a change. Yay!
+ Great new clients who pay quickly! and write awesome testimonials! Double-yay!
+ The weather has been incredibly perfect this week and autumn is just breathtaking. My very favorite time of year.
+ When I took my car back to the shop this morning to let them know that the “repair” was unacceptable, I remained calm and polite in describing the problem despite the Screaming Insecurity Anxiety Monster who kept wanting to take over and rip heads off.
+ It’s Friday! I’m taking the weekend off, too. Despite Too Much Work.
Have a terrific week, Havi-and-Selma and everybody.
.-= Carol Logan Newbill´s last post … Two Great Ways to Send Your Readers Fleeing into the Night =-.
I so love the chicken. I think it is my favorite part of Fridays!
The hard…
– Deadline stresses
– One of my oldest customers is dropping monthly support services from me, which means a temporary drop in income.
– Lots of annoying mind changing (“do it this way”…”wait, do it this other way”…”on 2nd thought, do it the 1st way”) from one of my customers.
– Lots of pending questions to another customer is holding up my work!
The good…
– Doing some preliminary work on a new product idea that could be fun and interesting.
– Losing that monthly support business might be good in the end – the application is old and creaky and not particularly fun to work on.
– Asserted myself with customer who kept changing their mind. Sometimes you just have to say no. World didn’t come to an end or anything and I feel better.
– Seem to be making all my deadlines, which if you had asked me 2 weeks ago if that were possible I would have answered “no way!”
– Having seen Havi’s comments about roller derby, I’ve been curious. And this week a friend gave us tickets to a derby event in a few weeks. I can’t wait!
– Realizing how cool it is to have grown up kids. My oldest son is pretty darn wise for 25. And my 23 year old baby is seeming pretty grown up too.
.-= Avonelle Lovhaug´s last post … Top 5 tasks that get missed in software estimates =-.
The hard:
– This Wednesday marked one month since my aunt died. It feels like it’s been way less than a month. And it still doesn’t quite seem real that she’s really gone. Which doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. I miss her. The world seems like a dimmer, sadder place. I’m really struggling with this, and it is so hard.
– I’m not sleeping well.
– I’ve been sick for the past two days. Ugh. Everything hurts and I have become a totally grumpy dinosaur.
The good:
+ I went to my American Sign Language class, which I always enjoy. Yay for talking with my hands! Yay for learning a new language! Learning new languages always makes my brain feel good. I like the feeling of new connections forming.
+ ASL is especially linguistically interesting. I’m grateful to have a teacher who welcomes my curiosity and is happy to answer my endless questions.
+ I worked on one of my stucknesses this week. I set some boundaries that I think I’ll be mostly comfortable with (stretching my comfort zone just a teensy bit) and made a few baby steps. So far, so good. We’ll see how it goes.
.-= Serendipity´s last post … Tiramisu =-.
Oy! It’s Friday already? This week’s been a blur and a scribble!
Hard:
– It’s been a busy week, with a rough start that spilled over from last week.
Good:
– The rough start resolved in a lovely, loving way.
– Great sessions with clients–phenomenal shifts and life-long patterns transformed in awe-inspiring ways. I love my work, and the people I get to work with!
– Wrote and posted a Sunday Poem and a blog post this week.
– Drafted much of the curriculum for my January program.
That’s it for me. Have a beautiful weekend, everyone! Havi, I hope Barbara’s retreat is wonderful in every way.
Love, Hiro
.-= Hiro Boga´s last post … A Fine Romance =-.
Why don’t I ever get the taxi driver who listens to NPR?? The last one had the radio tuned to static. Which is much better than the usual, I guess.
Hard:
“It’s probably benign. Come back in 6 months so we can check again.”
Good:
Santa Fe! (My trip last week, so fun.)
Drinking wine in Yosemite! (Next week’s trip.)
.-= Barbara J Carter´s last post … Santa Fe: Art, Food, and Chocolate, oh my! =-.
Oh wow, I really thought that clothing thing only happened to me! I’ve gone through almost three complete wardrobe redos in the last 18 months, it’s getting expensive!
I cannot imagine being on the phone and interacting for seven hours! I would certainly have a meltdown too.
Here’s hoping you have a better weekend, and a wonderful next week!
Yes, why is it that when we are moving about outside of our inner orbit that all things self-destruct? Clothes unravel, lipsticks melt in purses, shoe heels break! The energy just won’t stop.
The hard this week was dealing with my husband’s health. His eyes have been severely damaged by contacts and he has been grappling with feeling useless. He defines himself by hard work and being slowed down is a threat to his existence.
The Good is that he’s on pricey meds and shows signs of improvement. My blog is looking smarter than ever with a whole new revamp of its look and other features. I feel excited about this growth.
I look forward to a weekend spent at the Brooklyn Flea Market.
.-= Lydia, Clueless Crafter´s last post … Armed and Aproned =-.
I forgot to say that this week has been harder than usual for me, too, but on Wednesday I did about ten minutes of your wacky stuff and feel worlds better. I just wanted to thank you again. 🙂
.-= Amy´s last post … Help Miss Violet Escape! =-.
Retreat with Barbara Sher! Oh Havi, revel in it!
The Hard this Week: offering the Daily Writer Notes
The Good: offering the Daily Writer Notes
Is that allowed — the one being the other, too?
.-= Barbara Martin @Reptitude´s last post … Get Help Writing 2000 Words a Day =-.
Oh, you guys. I am so relieved to be reminded that the “clothes falling apart in times of stress” is a Thing. That is terribly reassuring. Thank you!
@Barbara M – oh, absolutely! I often have the “my hard is my good and my good is my hard” kind of week. 🙂
Is it really time for Friday chickens again?!!
Wow. Where does the time go.
The Hard –
Epiphanies. Even if no one promised me all rainbows and unicorns while processing my Stuff… I want at least ONE of each, dammit! I’m tired of the Hard emotional stuff!
Dad back in hospital to have his fistula cleaned out. They make him groggy, stick a balloon up the vein in his arm and stretch it out. Icky. But then again, there’s nothing really nice about kidney failure. We spent a lot of time sitting around for a 15 minute procedure.
The good –
I got most of the stitching on my current model finished while sitting around with Dad.
I finished the stitching today on my lunch hour. Yay model!
Epiphanies. No matter how annoying they are, they still propel me forward, so getting them is Good, even when it’s Hard.
.-= G. Romilly´s last post … My not-quite-a-UFO pile – Crewel Pieces =-.
This week has been pretty good up until the end.
The Good
I’m doing NaNoWriMo! I love the idea for my novel, and I think my main character is going to turn out to be a kick in the ass.
The novel is set in our building because it used to be the old YMCA Hotel for Chicago, and I am loving all that I’m finding out about both the building and Chicago! I love this city. It’s fascinating if you’re a writer and love history. There is no better place to live.
Sunshine! We’ve actually seen the sun most of this week, and it’s supposed to be 70 tomorrow. Happy, happy, happy.
The Hard
My stuck started kicking in Thursday. Words will not come, and my main character is not doing anything.
Way behind on homekeeping things. Need to find ways to do little things to keep up while I’m writing like a mad woman.
I’m adding a category this week: The I am getting old whether I want to admit or not category:
I am no longer in my 20s and cannot stay up until 2 a.m. and expect to get up at anything close to a decent hour. It sucks.
And one more category: The Best Hubby in the World: I have him. He’s off the market. Sorry. (Not really.) 🙂
.-= Shawna R. B. Atteberry´s last post … Let the NaNoWriMo Craziness Begin =-.
@Lucy: that art sounds amazing!
The hard:
Sick, since Tuesday. Getting sicker, if possible, rather than improving (and I even went to the dr, ugh). Possibly my fault as I think what was needed along with meds was rest – and I am working while sick.
Pup is sickly too.
The good:
A loaf of fresh home-made bread from a neighbor – goes very well with my counter full of cans of soup.
Yin yoga.
I tried my search again and Google found me a massage therapist who does myofascial release – I’ve been wanting to try it (I have a theory). Yay! Cannot wait. (I googled it a few months ago and only found people in Eugene.)
A Dr./Sister who has useful insights for furry ones too.
Sun, glorious glorious sun.
Found the funniest blog post ever.
.-= elizabeth´s last post … it felt love =-.
Today is just moving like molasses, lots of waiting and reading and very little doing. Bleh.
The Hard
– Tooth still aches, but it is fading somewhat
– Friend going through bad family stuff and there’s really no way for me to help
– Not enough sleep this week, that DST thing really knocked me off center and some other early commitments are just keeping me messed up
– Completely lost track of productivity schedule yesterday and today
– Beloved hobby is being poopy this week, and I’m feeling very discouraged and lost. What will I do if I’m not doing that? Bleh
– Not doing NaNoWriMo or AEDM or anything this year, and feeling left out and a little bit lost
The Good
+ Got paid! From several clients this week, and it’s awesome
+ Ordered something for my biz I’ve been putting off for a while, a photo kit to help with Etsy stuff
+ My art site is coming together! I really need to write up the commissions page and just launch the thing, then keep adding art on a regular basis until I run out and have to make more. Heh.
+ Talked to my biggest client about making my services work better for them (aside from the perpetual, well if you could just work for pennies and table scraps issue, heh) and feel like the answer was helpful and doable
+ Was crazy productive Mon & Tues, making up a bit for the lack of it later in the week
+ Had a few new prospect contacts
+ Very pleased with the progress on Big Illustration Project, just wish it was coming a bit faster
+ Sorted out a bunch of art & found some awesome forgotten art supplies
+ Warm cuddly kittehs are warm and cuddly and a bit less barfy, or so I tell myself
.-= Amy Crook´s last post … Wow, That’s a Lotta Art =-.
Oh, hugs for the hard, and wow, and yay and have a great time with Barbara Sher.
the hard:
Restless nights of sleep that coincided with the very full moon. Even Benadryl didn’t work to keep me out all night.
Benadryl hangover.
Incipient sore throat all week.
Missing my uncle this week (his birthday was the 1st) my Gran (died on November 3 2000) and my uncle Kyle (died a year ago yesterday)
the good:
I received my next to last acceptance email for Annie Modesitt’s upcoming 1000 Hats book; now the publisher just has to ok all of the hats.
I am at 14,008 words with my NaNoWriMo and having the time of my life.
Dance of Shiva done to Steve Martin’s “King Tut”
Actual sunshine during a November day. Two days even. Not sure whether that or the Vitamin D3 I’ve been taking are working at keeping SAD at bay.
Sending you all virtual hugs and wishes for a great weekend!
.-= Andi´s last post … Painting, A Love Story =-.
Chicken!
Hard:
-I have a cold this week, too.
-My voice is ragged and raw. This happens every time I get a cold, it’s just part of the process. I tell myself this, and yet every time, there comes a point when I get frustrated and sad and scared about it. What if this time, my voice never really heals? What if I can never sing again? And then it comes back, it always comes back, but what if it doesn’t this time? (I think I may feel a VPA coming on…)
Good:
+There were several times this week when I got angry, and instead of either swallowing my anger or falling to pieces, I stayed (mostly) calm and used Non-Violent Communication! It worked! Even in the one situation where I was afraid it wouldn’t work but had to try anyway, it worked.
+Lots of good parenting moments this week.
+Even though I hadn’t really felt ready for it, I ended up having a nice Halloween. I donned my witchy garb, and realized that for me, the pointy hat is a powerful symbol of sovereignty!
.-= spiralsongkat´s last post … We can’t do it all…or can we? =-.
( I thought the post said “translation” edition.)
I’m stunned it’s Friday, extremely grateful and also a little crazed.
Much like your clothes falling apart, my life implodes, explodes and otherwise goes splat when I’m close to a big transition. I started the week with the flu (part deux.) Stressed through a kitty emergency mid-week that is still resolving. I’m tending my exhaustion while also Knowing I must get myself ready to travel to Arizona next week for a meditation retreat.
This is not a peace and rest and say Om retreat. It’s Tibetan practice at it’s most profound and powerful. I know if I can only get myself there it will be extraordinary. Not because I have expectations (as much as it sounds like that) just because I know the power of the work.
I feel like I’m getting both pushed and emptied out in preparation. So, my good is my hard and my hard is my good.
While you’re waiting for Stu: My #stilldoesn’thaveanamethatsticks said “starts the day with a joke” instead of “starts the day with yoga” It made perfect sense to me. made me think of Shiva Nata. Made me think of you.
.-= Mahala Mazerov´s last post … The Dalai Lama on Waking Up:Getting Out of Bed on the Way to Enlightenment =-.
Arriving on Saturday night, and spending all day Sunday in a teleseminar? Ouch! No wonder you needed a recovery day.
It’s been quite the week over here…
The hard:
– Learning that when the wind blows hard enough that the rain falls *horizontally*, one of our doors doesn’t do a good job at all keeping the water outside. It leaked under the ground floor’s floor and through the basement ceiling, right into my office space.
– Having to spend a whole lot of time shopping for a new door and generally organizing that surprise renovation.
– The timing on that was extremely bad, as it meant that I couldn’t do what I needed to do to get ready to leave for a little getaway with my gentleman friend. Ok, that was actually work stuff for him, so he had to leave anyways, and I stayed home.
– The whole thing exhausted me and left me feeling very uncentered for most of the week.
The good:
– My gentleman friend has been wonderful through this all, and Mom has been a huge help too.
– I got some work done; it was for someone else, but still, it was good to see that I could do a chunk of work during such a chaotic week. Now to get to the point where I can work on *my* thing…
– I’m slowly finding my groove again.
The funny:
– I kind of predicted the mini-flood thing on Twitter. It happened on Halloween night, and mere minutes before the water started coming in, I tweeted this: “Gusts of wind in the chimney, heavy rain on my office window. I feel like I’m in a haunted manor where something is about to happen…”
.-= Josiane´s last post … Noticing – the dragonfly edition =-.
Real quicky:
The hard: Moving in three days now. Aargh.
The good: My mum’s here. So much help. Also, I found a butt-kicking partner.
Love to you all.
.-= Willie Hewes´s last post … Looking for a Butt-kicking Partner =-.
Worldwide fast-forward Friday! Interesting that this week flew by for everyone everywhere.
Hard – got myself out of something (work-related) that wasn’t working, and was stressed about leaving the other person in a lurch. Feared a backlash/argument/ugly discussion.
Good – The blowback never came. Nothing. No response. Which totally validated that I was right to move along.
New friends. Some ease at work.
Havi, glad you had (partially) easy flights. I used to fly a lot and had some special travel luck. I’d either get the lone empty row on the plane or bus, or I’d have the obese binge drinker overflowing into my space. Much more often, it was the good kind of luck! Here’s to much more of that for you.
.-= Sandra´s last post … The Irritable Bowel Syndrome fairy =-.
Sunday Chicken – the “I think this is a pattern” edition.
The hard:
– the ribs still hurt
– the scooters are slowly coming out of the shop, so extra bills are looming.
– the hippie husband is in between clients, so he’s rattling around the house and we’re temporarily down to one income.
– I’m working with an established client but it’s a different team and adjusting to new processes and communication styles is extra hard when I’m weary. I start questioning my ability to do my job and worry they think I suck.
The good:
+ the ribs are healing
+ the procrastination recordings are helping me through the weary days
+ the hippie husband is doing lots of cleaning around the house, which is super nice to come home to after a long day’s work.
+ the project I’m working on is for a great cause and it pays the same as the boring ones. It’s a super complex site and will be cool when it’s all done.
+ my birthday is this week – and the number is the answer to life, the universe, and everything. That’s gotta be good, right?
So, you know… Monday Chicken. But I have a good reason! Which will be oulined below:
Hard:
Big blow-up fight with C where he yelled that he just doesn’t understand some of my depressive reactions. Well, yes! And he should thank God for that! Geez..
What should have been a 20-minute drive to my brother’s wedding rehearsal ended up taking an hour, and we missed everything. Oh, and I was the first person to walk out on the big day.
Karoeke at the wedding… C misspoke pretty badly, assuring me that he only “cringed” at one point in my song. Cringed?!?!
Failing miserably at NaNoWriMo. Also at Thank-you notes.
Bro’s wedding was completely different from mine, which, awesome, especially since theirs reflected them and ours reflected us. Except… given that, if people had more fun at ours, does that mean they like him more? Hot button! Huge stuck!
Took C to Otts, this nursery that has a sort-of mountain out front entirely covered in flowers, the top of which provides a gorgeous view of the foliage. Except we went a week too late, and the flowers were dead and the foliage, gone.
Good:
C acknowleged that hey, 7 years of dating, most of which was long-distace? We’ve *earned* (both financially and emotionally) the right to be a little impractical with our next move.
Next move? Oh, yeah — C got a job! Yay!
My brother got married! And his new wife is awesome! And her sister’s fiance declared my husband his new BFF! Yay for, uh… in-laws-in-law-in-law?
C is really stepping up with the thank-yous.
C acknowleged that Otts is likely awesome in season and agreed to come back. Then we went to Merrimead Farm, saw the giant pig, and got farm-fresh ice cream. Yum!
.-= Laura G´s last post … In which I seek a Blogging Buddy (a personal ad). =-.