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.

Hahahahahahaha.

This week was such a freaking saga of things falling apart while being challenging and ridiculous.

I don’t know whether to laugh, cry or dance a jig.

Really, at this point all I can do is chicken. TGIFC, as we say. Even though no one has ever said that.

The hard stuff

How much there was of it. Where do I even begin?

Seriously this week was kind of out of control. All inconsequential problems, yes.

And my life is still better than when I was a bartender in south Tel Aviv or a yoga teacher in east Berlin.

But it was a lot to deal with. And I feel completely worn out from all of it.

Oh, right. Not having a computer.

My lovely laptop had a heart attack.

Which is a problem, since I run an internet business.

It got sent to the lovely Apple people. But they didn’t have any spare ones to rent out while they were being all fix-ey.

So I didn’t have access to my computer (or the files I wanted) for five days. Oof. And no, they couldn’t save the hard drive. And no, they weren’t sure if they’d have it back to me before I left for two weeks in New Mexico.

Also, not having a roof.

The roof on Hoppy House was being replaced this week.

My gentleman friend and I both work from home. And we couldn’t do that.

We were out of the house from 7:30 am to 8:00 pm.

And not having internet.

We were trying to work at the Playground, but there’s no internet access there so we had to keep ducking into cafes.

I had client calls all week, but couldn’t access my notes. And a Kitchen Table call where I had to have someone else moderate the chat room for me.

Of course everything took longer than anticipated.

So I was sure I’d be back in my office for the Copywriting Magic class I was scheduled to teach on Wednesday.

I like teaching in my office. I have an excellent headset and a very nice chair and everything is exactly the way I want it.

But there was no roof on my office and it was insanely noisy. So we had to scramble to find a place that was both quiet and had internet access.

Not good.

Being completely worn out.

I was so tired this week. And being on the move did not help.

So tired I caught myself doing a thing I haven’t done since I worked in the dairy and had to work at three in the morning: spacing out completely.

The kind of lapse where you discover yourself fifteen minutes later with one sock in your hand (or leaning on a cow), having no idea where you are.

Oh, I wanted a nap! But the Playground isn’t really set up for napping. Yet.

Between the pirate pillows and the baby blankets in the Refueling Station, it kind of worked. But I so just wanted to be at home.

Not teaching with Selma.

In five years and two months of knowing Selma, I have never taught a Shiva Nata class without her being there.

Not once.

This week it happened. And it felt so wrong. I don’t know how to teach without her there. I mean, I do, obviously. But it was weird. Do not like! Plus now she’s mad at me.

The good stuff

It’s Friday. And this week is over.

And I’m in New Mexico.

I love New Mexico.

The fabulous writer’s retreat at which I am teaching begins tomorrow. And in the meantime, aaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Sigh of relief.

I have my computer. Just in time.

And really, I only ended up losing three blog post drafts and a page of copy.

Not even slightly the end of the world.

Hooray for my Regularly Scheduled Rituals of Backing Stuff Up, because that was crazy great and also made me feel smarter than I actually am.

And really, things worked out.

It turns out that my ancient piece of crap iBook was a) in the closet and b) still kind of worked, despite the screwed up screen and only having six legible keys on the keyboard.

So I was able to do some writing this week without having to steal my gentleman friend’s laptop.

Some of the things that were going horribly wrong this week turned out not only to have been okay, but actually kind of for the best.

And I am (mostly) capable of appreciating a good reminder to not just assume that things-not-the-way-I-wanted necessarily means “wrong”. So that’s good too.

We still had fun.

The Shiva Nata class was awesome.

The Copywriting Magic class totally worked despite all the things going hilariously wrong in the background. The people who come to my things are smart, funny, kind, creative and I adore them all. And Selma even condescended to squeak out loud for everyone.

Plus, I like working at the Playground. Because I like being at the Playground.

And now we have a roof at Hoppy House. Rock on.

Shivanautical epiphanies like crazy.

I had so many post-Shiva-Nata moments of bing this week that I can hardly stand it.

Big, wonderful, outrageous things. Loving it.

Things I enjoyed reading this week.

Maryann’s piece about how am I wrong. Not how I’m wrong. How each of us is. Never mind. Loved it!

Bridget’s wise words and understandings about dragons and process and softness.

Kelly’s post called I’m on a train is my new favorite everything. Read it!

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?

Bette-Davis-ize

Yeah. All the boys thinks she’s a spy. But rumor has it … it’s 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