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.

The hard stuff

The Day of Five Meetings.

Brain fog.

Each one was full of good. And all together they kind of did me in.

The too-muchness of the too-much was … well, if you must know, a bit much.

Crying at the Bannister’s office.

The Bannister is what I’m calling my attorney.

Don’t ask. He’s lovely. And I also burst into tears during our meeting, which was not even slightly his fault. And also surprising and not fun.

An uncomfortable disagreement.

My gentleman friend and I don’t have much we disagree on.

David Bowie. The music, not the man, yes? My gentleman friend approves more than I deem reasonable.

The rest of the 70s. Well, the hideous aesthetic home interior stylings of the rest of the 70s. I approve more than he deems reasonable.

And that’s about it.

As long as he’s not playing Starshine Ziggy Diamond Hunky Dory Dogs Something Something and I’m not trying to paint our refrigerator harvest gold, things are good.

And this week we had a huge disagreement. Which we then sorted out and now all is good.

It was still really hard while it was happening though.

Yet again I thank Jonathan Scheff for introducing me to nonviolent communication, and I apologize for not immediately appreciating its usefulness.

I saw High Plains Drifter.

Well, I saw a chunk of it. Not much. But still.

Way more than I would have liked to.

Ugh. Horribleness. Ugh. Terror. Ugh everything.

In general, I will pretty much always watch a western.*

* Yes, I don’t mind violence if it’s stylized ass-kicking or flamboyant shoot-outs. It’s cruelty and abuse I can’t watch.

Anyway. Ruined my night and most of the next day while I was clearing a lot of gunk out of my world.

Is it still February?

Yeesh.

I’m mostly over the February Cranky, but I’d swear this month was at least ten weeks long.

The good stuff

Lots and lots of Fairy Godmothers.

I got help from Pam and Hiro and Cairene with my Playground project and they all did wonders.

Feeling so relieved to be making progress on this.

Met with the Bannister.

I have a new Bannister.

Steps can be taken! Hooray!

Short blog posts!

Remember when I just could not write anything under fifteen hundred words?

And then I couldn’t get under a thousand?

Because my brain would explode it took twice as long to write short posts?

Ha! I’ve been managing to write 700 word posts and not hurt my head in the process. Huzzah.

Costumes.

I like them.

Pirate boots making everything better this week.

An enormous Shivanautical epiphany.

Haven’t written about this one but it is a big one.

Yay Shiva Nata for making my life ridiculously interesting. And for coming up with perfect, simple solutions in perfect timing for pretty much whatever I’m working on.

Hamentaschen!

Spent most of yesterday baking and oh they are lovely.

I can’t eat them of course because of the sugar but I can look at how pretty they are and listen to the admiring oohs from the people who can.

Totally counts.

My work.

Selma and I taught a bunch of teleclasses this week, all of which were … just fun. Pleasurable.

My people are lovely.

And had some delightful sessions with clients.

And it’s good. Sometimes I forget to stop and breathe and say oh yes I like this thing.

So. Yeah. I like this thing.

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 a British band.

Venn and the Diagrammes.

It’s weird, though, because it’s really just one guy.

Thanks, Walt for giving me this one.

No Stuisms this week. I do believe I may have kicked the habit for a while. We’ll see.

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