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.

Friday is clearly wearing extra-soft sneakified ninja slippers because ohmygod here it is and I didn’t even hear it coming.

I would protest. But I’m too tired.

The hard stuff

Being so completely wiped out from last week that I missed this week.

After that crazy week of getting the Playground ready to open, and then teaching all weekend, I crashed ridiculously hard.

Went to bed Sunday at two in the afternoon.

Stayed there until Wednesday at noon. Getting out of bed to teach teleclasses and then crawling right back in.

Having way too much to do.

And no energy to do it.

Body, meet brain.

Off my yoga practice. Off the morning walks.

A little Shiva Nata to stay sharp, but other than that really missing my body.

It’s all part of this new thing, but some adjustments are necessary and I’m really feeling that.

Blah, blah, transitions.

And the mini-identity-crises that come along with them.

The good stuff

The opening of the Playground: outrageous success!

Despite all the last-minute things and the running around, the Playground looked fabulous by Friday morning.

And everyone just loved it.

Oh, the joy.

Learning things from the first experience of teaching at the Playground.

Like that I need to completely rewrite the schedule for all my upcoming events.

And that Camp Biggification was actually too big and I need to divide it up (don’t worry — if you haven’t already heard from me, you’re fine, sweetie).

Every teaching space is different. And what you can do in it is different. That’s one of the main reasons for opening the studio: not having to get used to new spaces.

So. Learned a lot of useful, surprising things. Glad to have that information.

Teaching!

My group was amazing.

We did the most beautiful, wacky, transformational things. And jumped around. And laughed. And made things happen.

It was absolutely wonderful.

Plus I love the stage that my gentleman friend built. Having a home for teaching Shiva Nata is the best thing in the entire world.

My Bitchy Boozy Coaching day thing.

It’s turning out to be way too much fun.

I will have to do this again.

Epiphanies. All over the place.

I cannot stop scribbling.

So. Many. Good. Ideas.

Not worrying about the two things I’ve been the most worried about lately.

So that’s a huge relief.

Taking it easy.

I spent a lot of this week doing things that weren’t related to the business.

Staring out the window at the rain.

Writing.

But for me.

This coming week = yay.

There’s the Shiva Nata teacher training. And Camp Biggification!

The fun. It will be epic.

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’s FBOTW (Fake Band of the Week — and also a dreaded acronym):

Metaloaf

And that’s Meta-loaf, not Metal Oaf, even though that’s also probably 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