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!

What a crazy, delightful, complicated week.

I haven’t had time to process any of it until right this second.

Luckily?

Pirate Queen Holiday Time-Off starting in three, two, one …

The hard stuff

The busy.

It was intense.

And really, a little too intense.

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that six days of teaching in a row is probably something I won’t attempt again.

Head. Spinning.

The schleepy.

See above.

The sovereignty challenges.

I wrote about sovereignty 101 this week. Which is hilarious, because I was running into sovereignty stuff for most of the beginning of the week.

Yes, well.

The weathers.

Seriously, Portland.

Enough with the gloomy.

Still not done with the petty tyrants.

Apparently the part of me that likes having a petty tyrant to confront and resent is still not done with that.

Because I keep having these challenging encounters with my latest annoying nemesis.

And I am so ready to be done with this. Ready to have a different relationship with things. Ready to not be in a tug of war.

Still figuring that out.

Not seeing my gentleman friend.

Poor me.

The good stuff

Teaching.

Such amazing people.

Such good stuff. I don’t even know how to describe it.

My client training was a delight.

The Shiva Nata teacher training was crazy fun. And rocking.

And I am completely in love with everyone from Camp Biggification. What a terrific, smart, kooky, sweet, beautiful bunch of people, who were up for whatever goofy thing I wanted to throw at them. Wow.

Excitement!

Ridiculously good food.

Including a grilled cheese thing from The Order of the Ostrich that transformed my universe.

Summer!

Blueberries and strawberries in the Hoppy House garden.

Sunshine. Occasionally.

The rose garden in its full flamboyant look at meeeeeeeeeee glory!

Adorable toddlers in floppy sun hats being pulled along in red wagons. Precious.

Everyone sitting at sidewalk cafes and being absurdly happy.

Sleeping in.

Toozday I got to sleep in.

Normally I never sleep in because I’m one of those wake-up-at-five people.

But mmmmmmmmmmmmm that was great.

Roller Derby Finals! AND World Cup! Best. Week. Ever.

Even though I still have not recovered from the devastating loss suffered by Guns N Rollers (the team Selma and I sponsor) at the hands of the Heartless Heathers in the semis.

And even though I don’t know that we can beat the Betties and we’ll probably end up in last place tomorrow.

Finals! The excitement and the love and the shouting and the outfits! Yay!

Also: MONDIAL!

Goooooooooooaaaaaaaaaal!

Ohmygod I love World Cup so much I can hardly stand it.

Also: Spain losing to Switzerland. I have only one thing to say about that. And then France losing to Mexico. Take that!

Looking forward to Sovereignty Kindergarten.

I am so ready for this class.

It is exactly what I need right now. Very excited!

Shivanautical epiphanies like crazy.

I knew this week would deliver on the moments of bing.

But it is out of control.

The realizations I’ve had this week are shaking everything up. But in a really good way.

Serious clarity. I am in awe.

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?

Sweet Mandibles

I think they used to be known as Saw Raccoons. Whatever. You know 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