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.

Oh boy! Friday.

It’s been a weird, twisted little week.

Let’s see …

The hard stuff

Pressure. I am not good at it.

Eight days until the Playground opens.

Insane amounts of things yet to be done and fun yet to be raised.

In the meantime, I still have clients and teaching and the bloggery. More creative juggling than I’d like. Less napping than I’d like.

Meh.

Things being complicated-er than hoped for.

Unexpected flooring issues at the Playground.

After my wonderful gentleman friend spent three days prepping and cleaning and painting so we could get started on it.

Uh oh. Needing a perfect simple solution to show up soon.

Extremely. Aggravating.

Some people in my life whose favorite sport is jumping to conclusions.

And the fact that this still annoys me even though there isn’t anything surprising about it.

Got stood up twice on client calls.

Which totally never happens. I think in five years of doing this it’s happened twice. And now twice in a week.

Both times for perfectly cromulent reasons. But still. Hmmmm.

Bad news in the world of roller derby.

Oh Rose City! We lost embarrassingly to Denver. Gah.

Though then Rocky Mountain went on to get whipped by the Oly Rollers the next day (that totally made me feel better) and went on to destroy Seattle. So that made up for some of the pain.

But still. This season is way too stressful. You know what we need? More Shivanauts on wheels! Next year.

And a happy-sad.

Some dear friends (and neighbors) might be moving to Australia. For three years.

Happy and excited for them but super sadface mouse for me.

The good stuff

That piece of good news we’ve been waiting for?

Yes, the not-getting of which has been the cause for great anxiety, impatience and general malaise in the “hard stuff” section of the Friday Chicken for three weeks now. Yes.

We got the news. Monday evening. And it is good.

And there has been great rejoicing.

Along with huge sighs of relief.

whew

My people.

Here’s what I said yesterday:

Phase 2 of the fun-brewing madness this week has shown me just how much support and encouragement there is for bringing something big and wacky into the world.

This is completely healing my deeply stuckified thought-programming of “you have to do everything yourself and you can’t trust anyone to be there for you”.

Seriously. It’s amazing.

I feel so supported and so loved and cared for. Thank you!

And they’re not just being helper mice but actually creating things to support the Playground.

Like Willie came up with this completely brilliant monster promotion to brew fun for the fun-brewing.

And Tara the Blonde Chicken is teaching a special class to raise monies for us too.

Various craft-ey people and Etsy-ites have written to ask if they can sew pillow cases or make costumes. It’s beautiful.

I feel so completely honored.

Huge deep overpowering gratitude.

For all the fun-brewers and friends and neighbors and blog readers and everyone in my life.

So. Much. Love.

This is a new flavor of grateful that I haven’t experienced before.

Crazy great shivanautical epiphanies.

Heaven. I’ve been doing lots of Shiva Nata and it’s all snap crackle pop in my brain right now.

Fountain of ideas and ways to implement things. Big stuff.

Friends!

A delightful visit with my Amna and much giggling and snacking and silliness.

What a joy. And now sad that she’s gone.

More time at home.

All this running around and doing stuff for the Playground has made me appreciate our beloved Hoppy House even more.

And then this week I got a few days to just do stuff at home and it was delightful.

Hoppy House! I love you!

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?

Bumblebeat Box

It’s a polka band. They have this album called Flight of the Bumblebeats. But it’s really just one guy.

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 day and a restful weekend-ing.

And a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.

The Fluent Self