Because 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.
In Berlin.
Having the hardest of hard weeks.
Oh, the hard. Thank goodness for the Friday Chicken or I’d have repressed the good stuff completely.
The hard stuff
EVERYTHING.
I can’t get to bed until crazy late because of the jetlag.
There’s construction at the building where we stay so I wake up to jackhammers. The noise is overwhelming.
I can’t write or do yoga or meditate, which are normally the things that keep me centered and grounded.
The tired knocks me off balance. I also have a cold, got stung by a wasp, twisted my ankle and got something in my eye.
My gentleman friend and I are roaming around from cafe to cafe all day, trying to get even a little work done.
It sucks.
Time.
I have issues with it.
Between all the traveling and the headaches and the teaching, a week went by with hardly any work getting done.
Not that I didn’t work. Because I was able to set aside a few hours a day on the non-travel days.
But the finishing things. Not very much.
Some other hard stuff that I don’t feel like talking about.
It has to do with Berlin and I’m still working on it.
Let’s just say that it’s challenging, and leave it there for now.
Change. Augh.
I know it’s part of life. I know it’s often for the better. And I really don’t want to take a stand on any side in the general discourse on gentrification.
Hell, I don’t even get involved in that conversation in Portland so I’m definitely not going to in Berlin.
So I’m not talking about the trends themselves. I’m talking about my own personal body sensation of oddness when encountering and assimilating change.
Walking around in my old neighborhood — in streets that used to be filled with mostly punks, nazis, junkies, old people and queer performance artists — and man, it’s so different.
Not surprisingly different. I’ve seen the signs of this change in every subsequent visit.
But being there now, the streets filled with trendy mommies, happy dogs, and cute little shops full of expensive … cuteness, it just feels weird.
And I’m taking my time with that.
The good stuff
The being back again part.
My gentleman friend and I spent the whole first day (not counting the day of arriving-and-crashing, of course) wandering our favorite neighborhoods.
And the second.
And the third.
Exclaiming over all the changes.
This place where I used to teach has moved! Wait, that place where I used to teach has also moved. That place where I used to do yoga is gone. But there is a new place to do yoga here. Hey, that building is blue now!
And so on.
Some stuff is still wonderfully, comfortingly familiar.
My favorite cafe? Still here. The other day my gentleman friend and I were there for seven hours straight. Love that place. Love.
Second favorite cafe? I’m there right now.
Also still here: two of my most beloved bookstores.
Dinner with Lars and Andreas.
Yay.
Teaching.
The first workshop went well. As did the course I taught for a local yoga teacher training program.
Selma is happy to be back. And she looks great in her fancy new scarf.
I got to see my best friend yesterday.
By a miraculous series of coincidences, my best friend is also in Berlin. We haven’t seen each other in years. It’s amazing.
The street smarts: still there.
I was inordinately pleased to note that I can still spot the undercover train ticket inspectors … a mile off.
Not that I would be traveling without a ticket.
Just glad to know that some life skills don’t die from lack of use.
And glad (very) that the time in my life when I needed those skills is over.
Ohmygod. Finally. Sacramento.
I’ve been insanely excited about the genius biggification workshop we’ve been setting up in Sacramento for December.
And then weird things kept happening to keep us from being able to actually tell people about it. Not an official announcement or anything, but as of today it exists. Huge relief. Huge!
The hysterically ironic stuff
The international fireworks competition? It’s in Berlin.
Remember when the fourth of July fireworks launched my post-traumatic stress stuff?
Well, it just so happens that my first week in Berlin included the four day international fireworks competition festival.
Actually eight days since there is a formal, official one and the unofficial one where (supposedly) all the cool stuff happens.
And of course it’s right nearby and it’s loud.
I have only one thing to say and that’s hahahahahahahaha. Thank you.
If anyone says anything about me asking for harmony and ease the other week, they will pay. Seriously. It’s not worth 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.”
So this week — thanks to the genius that is Twitter — I bring you:
Prolonged Stink-Eye
Me: “And that’s why I’m not allowed to drive produce trucks.”
Robert: “I crashed into the awning of a flower shop the first day on my job delivering flowers, many many years ago.”
Me: “That’s very reassuring, somehow. I hope you were okay! And the poor sweet flowers?!”
Robert: “Oh yeah – it all turned out good; except for the prolonged stink-eye from the shop owner, but couldn’t really blame ’em.”
Me: “Glad to hear. Also … Prolonged Stink-Eye? Is that a band? Because it totally should be.”
Robert: “I bet it’s totally one of those a capella punk rock bands doing songs based on old X-Files episodes.”
Yup, it’s just one guy.
And Robert is Robert Myers aka @PostcardCopters on Twitter. Go listen to his stuff.
And … STUISMS of the week.
Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who delights in torturing me misunderstanding me. I can’t stand him.
- “some bigger fires say watch out for although 12” instead of some biggifiers say blah blah blah or blah blah blah
- “This last geek was all about Carmine and deeds” instead of if last week was all about harmony and ease
- “practiced a hen” instead of depressed again
- “In Toronto I supposed you” instead of to run the way it’s supposed to
- “Crumbled about Whitewater” instead of in our grumblebug whine bar
- “oh yeah, Otis” instead of I want to give permission
- “ghjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjffgfjhfjhhhhhhhhhhklkklhhg” instead of hi (and then I think I must have coughed).
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.
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Fireworks and jackhammers. Wow.
The thing in Sacramento sounds great. There’s no way I’m going to California any time soon, but I have well-wishes for anyone who can go.
I’m having difficulty thinking of what my week has been like, because I’m completely hyper at the moment. Anyway, let’s see.
Hard: Not doing such a good job of guarding my time and juggling my projects. Trying to stay calm and patient and choose what to do with my time wisely, but some of my to-do stuff is freaking me out with its urgency spiel. Aargh! Must do thing now!
The digestive system, my canary in the stress cave, is not happy about this. That, in turn, makes me grumpy. Hello cycle!
Good but hard: I’m making some interesting observations about my fear of success (which dwarfs my fear of failure). I’m noticing that when I do meet with success, and people respond to what I’m doing or my biz meets with a little good news, I go completely hyper and crazy.
Not sure if that’s a cause for the fear or a symptom, but it’s interesting. Like, for instance, I got an e-mail this morning offering a little illustration job, and all I can do is sit here fighting the urge to run around in tight little circles. Finding it hard to think straight.
Good: I may have a little job! It would be a sweet little job, with proper money attached and everything (I’m new to this, can you tell?) Also, people appreciate my things, and love and care about the sketchblog I set up, and and I am loved and appreciated and supported and that makes me want to emigrate and live under an assumed name so no one can ever find me! Aaaaagh!
Is this good? I don’t know. This is what and here we are.
The dissolvomatic machine is seriously awesome. Sovereignity, likewise. Everyone here is so great! I love you guys! Let’s do the chicken!
(Told you I was hyper.)
.-= Willie Hewes´s last blog ..Disney buys Marvel =-.
I am right there with you on the time and change thing. Hard hard hard. Scary here too. But exciting.
What a week!
The hard:
Not getting good studio time after Sunday afternoon.
Marty’s going back to school and didn’t let me in on it until the day he was arranging going back to school (there’s a program, you see).
Which is both time and change. I plurked that this week I am apparently time’s bitch. Guess there’s no other option than to go with the flow and trust the studio time will return.
Anxiety. This is a big change, but it is also actually action, and I am happy and scared and excited and scared, and did I say scared?
The good:
Marty’s going back to school! There’s a program, you see, that will pay for him to finish his accounting degree. It wouldn’t have been possible without all the hard of the prolonged unemployment, and he might not have considered it.
Because Marty’s going back to school I will be able to walk the bike path at least the two days a week he’s in class. Yay! I went on Wednesday and saw 3 herons, walked for 58 minutes and feel so much better already.
I sold 3 paintings out of my Etsy shop and could order the Shiva Nata DVD (which was an answer to one of my Very Personal Ads about a month ago?)
The students are back, and so Donkey baking has increased, which means I can pay my fall bills.
The studio time I did get so far this week was amazingly productive.
Yeah, what a week! What a big chicken for everyone so far, it looks like. I hope you all have a great and wonderful weekend!
.-= Andi´s last blog ..Fabric Gardens =-.
Oh, Havi, yuck! I can’t imagine trying to function in all that noise.
The hard:
– Again with the overload. I’ve been a headachy mess chained to my computer for the past three weeks.
– Family stuff that I just haven’t had time to wrap my head around, much less deal with.
– Not having time to cook more than one or two decent meals in the last three weeks, and paying the price for that. Insane sugar cravings, which, once satisfied, make me feel even worse.
The good:
– Both projects are done as of last night. Turned in and invoiced. Yee-ha!
– A whole week ahead of nothing that requires too much brainpower, so my poor overworked brain can get some rest.
.-= Lori Paximadis´s last blog ..tidbits: extra blanket edition =-.
Gah change – not such a fan myself. Although change is a useful place to hide if you need to hide from something.
The good:
Remembering through Resonance – Fabeku’s music is fabulous
Lots of meditating and introspection – my fav! I have been sitting each night and making space and time for myself – loving it!
Reading – new books! Different books! hurrah. I love it when I find new reading material that completely enthralls me.
A little peace of mind – the last few weeks of tumultuous emotion have calmed down and I’m gaining some perspective on things.
Running – I’m able to up my distance and my body is staying strong. This is so reassuring for me because I was worried that I had misjudged myself and it turns out I hadn’t! Yay.
Being accepted onto the degree course and university I applied to to carry on my qualifications.
The bad:
Wow, this week has felt like a long one. Was last Friday only a week ago, because it feels like a month ago.
There’s still so much to cope with and deal with that’s coming up for me after recent events. I’m dealing with it beautifully but it is still hard.
Things with work are still uncertain and that’s worrying.
The ugly:
Shoes being thrown! At work! Run around in circles and panic! Ugh.
.-= Wormy´s last blog ..Here’s to loving Myself =-.
And I completely forgot to say have a gorgeous weekend in Berlin.
.-= Wormy´s last blog ..Here’s to loving Myself =-.
I know I like to watch the hens practicing every day. They do some fantastic dance kicks, you know.
Hyper? Yes, me too.
And the fireworks? Oh I’m sorry. We’re not big fans either, but we live in a neighborhood where people seem to feel that every holiday calls for loud explosions. The dog must be comforted. The husband must be placated and listened to. And my alarm bells ring all night long, and I don’t even know why.
Okey dokey. Chickens. Doing their step-kick-ballchange-kick, and so on:
The Hard:
-Waaaayyy too much work-work, culminating in an insane 10-hour day of madness that just *would not end.* Well, OK it did end, but my brain felt like it had been bashed against the inside of my skull by that point. Happily, though, all is now off at the printer, and I can relax for a day before the maelstrom begins again. Oh the delights of monthly publications.
-Reading Deprivation a la Artist’s Way. Not working for me. Not sleeping because of the not reading. Finally last night decided, why do I *have* to do this? I don’t. Don’t have to do anything. So instead of laying in bed trying to sleep for 2 hours, picked up a book and fell asleep in 2 paragraphs. Yes.
-Trying not to compare myself with other people. My skills with other people’s skills. And so on. Getting better at it, but it’s almost constant, and that’s wearing.
-I got ANOTHER medical bill, had to wrangle more payment plans and so on. Hoping the follow-up can be scheduled in December so it’ll at least go onto this year’s deductible so some of it might actually, I dunno, be covered? Lumpiness. Not cool. And even though I 99 percent know it’s OK, I still worry about that 1 percent chance it’s not. Trying to let it go. Considering going back to veg diet as possible preventive measure.
The Good:
-Christine Boughie’s suggestion of Robert Plant/Alison Krauss led me to listen to that album for the first time in a couple of years, and I actually had to pull over and listen to “Killing the Blues” twice while watching the sun rise and traffic go by. A wonderful moment.
-Andi’s painting of frog arrived and is now gracing my space with his transformative powers. (Amphibians, the wartier-than-butterflies symbol of transformation.) I love him. The Little Bird loves him.
-I painted for the first time in 7 years and was OK with it just being me and the paint, not striving for any extra specialness. Just painting.
-Despite any hard (which is relatively easy in the grand scheme of things), I’m sooo happy to finally be acknowledging life’s bigness.
Woo-Hoo! Chickens! Dance, chickens, dance!
.-= Emily´s last blog ..Back to the Garden: Accepting Imperfection =-.
Whoops, Bougie, Christine Bougie. Bad typing! Sorry, Christine.
.-= Emily´s last blog ..Back to the Garden: Accepting Imperfection =-.
Oooh, I am sorry about all the loud noises. I suffered the same fate this week, when the giant rock pulverizer woke me out of a sound sleep 2 mornings in a row…
The good:
* 2 part-time jobs to choose from! After months of looking for a part-time job to suit my wacky schedule! Huzzah!
* Business has continued to be steady, and for this I am amazingly grateful. I love my customers.
The hard:
* 2 part-time jobs to choose from! Augh! Which one do I pick? There are pros and cons for both. I had to disappoint someone. Don’t like doing that.
* I’ve started getting acupuncture treatments recently, and this last session (my 2nd) has thrown me for a loop emotionally and mentally. All these old emotional patterns and cruft have appeared, and I feel like I am in a perpetual state of PMS. I have to really bite my tongue not to strangle people, for example, when usually I could pretty easily ignore them. It has made being around me difficult lately, so I’ve been hiding out, which only depresses me and feeds the cycle.
— Liz —
Havi, I’m so sorry about all the noise and not being able to sleep, and having to wander through cafes all day. It’s amazing to me that you can teach and do all the things you do, without the support and sanctuary of home. Hugs and love to you, and wishes for quiet, ease, and a nurturing place to cradle you.
Hard this week: Tired. Overloaded. Needing rest.
Good this week: Getting more sleep. Massages. So grateful for the beauty and peace of my home.
Happy weekend, everyone.
Love and hugs,
Hiro
.-= Hiro Boga´s last blog ..Refugees =-.
Oh Havi, fireworks and wasp stings and sick and jetlag and jackhammers and everything… yikes!
((hugs!))
This week passed in a frenzied blur of cleaning and sorting and picture-hanging and I’m still not sure WHERE did the time go?? My first-ever open studio is this Saturday, and I’m NOT ready! Eek!
Hard:
– My flaky tutoring client canceled on me… again.
– Tired and stressed over the open studio.
Good:
+ Beach with the nephews last weekend. Running, sun, getting wet and sandy, digging holes. So good.
+ I was accepted into the Silver Lake Art Collective, an artists’ association in Los Angeles that I wanted to join. Yay me!
.-= Barbara J Carter´s last blog ..BlogCatalog =-.
Oh no! Hug-esque bvibes to you, Havi!
And it looks like Stu has both a boyfriend (Stu and Otis, OTP) and a fandom (He’s a Carmine fanboy, eh?). Those weeks off really did him some good!
The hard:
Our hall has a minimum of 140. My side? 17. Self-worth issues much? Why, yes.
Also, Grandmother G gave her health and unwillingness to travel the 2-3 hours and stay over night as an excuse — the proceeded to talk about her trip to the shore this weekend, for which she will travel 2-3 hours and stay overnight for *five days*. Geez, Grandmom, at least have the decency to come up with a better lie!
The good:
Bachelorette party was delightfully awkward (we took salsa lessons, and the boys failed at walking in time to music. Hee!).
Had a nice dinner with some ladies from work last night. I don’t usually chill with other girls (apparently the term for me is “heterosocial”, hence the boys at the bachelorette party), but it was awesome!
And the 17 people who are making it? Are the Right People. I have decided that *I* am having a small intimate wedding, and C is having a large inclusive wedding, and they just happen to be the same party 😀
.-= Laura G´s last blog ..In which I graduate from High School =-.
Uh… that should be “vibes”. Bad proofreader! No cookie!
.-= Laura G´s last blog ..In which I graduate from High School =-.
Y’know Havi, reading your tale of jackhammers, jetlag, wasp stings, fireworks, and more, I can picture the Fates high-fiving and chest-bumping each other around a steaming cauldron of blecchh as they admire the chaos they’ve wrought upon your week. To them I say:
Fweep! Fifteen-yard penalty and loss of down charged to the Fates for unsportsmanlike conduct: piling on. Seriously though, so sorry to hear about the major suckage. Hoping for a greatly improved next week for you!
This week’s Good: Looking back over my calendar, the week looks packed, but packed full of pretty decent stuff.
– Details are pulling together nicely around the reception I’m planning for my photo exhibit at the university library. My contact there is super great and so helpful.
– The violin maker I asked to do a talk in conjunction with the exhibit said he’d be happy to, so yay!
– I was asked to teach a photography class for high school-aged homeschoolers and to do a talk about my approach to still life photography in October. Very flattering and slightly nerve-inducing, especially since teaching and public speaking are not things I do on a regular basis.
This week’s Hard:
– Despite feeling bouyant because of the train of good stuff, I have this sinking feeling that next week has the potential for partly-murky followed by storms when the Hormonal Mood Swing returns like a crazed howler monkey on a vine. But I did take the step of writing “Beware Mood Swings” across next Monday on my calendar. Hopefully it will help me be more aware of why I’m grinding my teeth and cursing.
– As much as I love fall, I find it frightfully hard to get up in the morning when my bedroom is still dark. Not bounce-inducing.
– Feeling a bit out-of-synch with my fellow board members for the children’s choir. Timing and communication have gotten a little janky, and being me, I feel responsible.
– Cash flow. Still. Working on it. Don’t get me started.
Wishing everyone a great weekend: restful if you need it, exciting if you don’t.
.-= Liz Grandmaison´s last blog ..Aloha, ayuh! Hawaiian Guitars, Made in Maine? =-.
So sorry you’re having such a hard time. 🙁 Hope next week is better.
Where is this cafe of awesomeness? Cos, you know, I’m going to be in Berlin in three weeks time, and I want to try those cookies!
.-= Kate´s last blog ..Working with Change =-.
I am not doing the chicken because, well, I just don’t feel like it. But, I was struck with some zany inspiration reading the chicken entries and stuisms… many of these should be poem titles! I challenge anyone to write them! Here are some of my favorite as yet unwritten poems:
1. Time’s Bitch
2. In Toronto I Supposed You
3. Oh Yeah, Otis
4. Crumbled About Whitewater
Oh the wishing that I was a poet (heck, I might try anyway! Especially those top 2) and that I had the time this weekend…
.-= Sandy´s last blog ..Duh! =-.
I send you a hearty “ghjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjffgfjhfjhhhhhhhhhhklkklhhg!” That Stu.
Jackhammers and fireworks just doesn’t seem fair.
.-= Sonia Simone´s last blog ..How to Get Any Work Done (When Connecting Is Your Job) =-.
Change has been my middle name this week.
The Hard:
-Going through my old love letters and knowing I can’t keep everything that’s dear to me.
-Living in a space that’s mostly boxed up (boxed in, too).
The Good:
+A wonderful life change on the horizon!
+Releasing some old ghosts and easing up on the clutter.
+Realization (for the umpteenth time) that I can handle whatever challenges arise, whether it be due to moving, my dissertation, or (not) finding a job.
Here’s to a lovely weekend, and a better week next week!
.-= Dawn´s last blog ..Feeling Defensive =-.
Jackhammers, Fireworks, wasps and Jetlag? That’s too much for a normal person, let alone a Highly Sensitive Person. Let’s hope next week is a huge improvement, so you have to hunt for the hard instead of hunting for the good!
The Hard:
– Much of August’s good money has crumbled apart, been unexpectedly sucked away, or fallen through. September needs to stop sucking now kthx.
– Not sure what I’m going to do about quarterly taxes, which are — eek! — due next week. Too soon. Sigh.
– Slept through this week. Sometimes I just get this, tired tired tired tired, and all I can do is nap and blink through the world in between. I have things that need doing, and mostly, I’m alseep. Bleh.
– Hard things for a friend or two that suck.
The Good:
+ Still have bills and rent through the end of the month.
+ Bought myself a wee birthday present of extreme dorkiness.
+ Went to a dorky con and had bunches of fun with lots of people I don’t get to see that often, and some that I do and love anyway.
+ Played many games and even won a few.
+ Kicked ‘s butt at Scrabble on FB.
+ Small work has trickled in.
+ Cats like it when I nap, because they get extra snuggles. Both of them have learned that a cat-head butted against a mostly-asleep hand will get Reflexive Petting (it’s just one guy).
+ Dinner at Incanto tonight will be so good it deserves to go on two check-ins. *g*
.-= Amy Crook´s last blog ..The Power of a LIttle Color =-.
What bad timing (re: fireworks and your trip). All I can say is that sounds rotten. But I’m glad you are finding all your favorite places in Berlin ready and waiting for you. Have some Broetchen for me (it’s been four years since I’ve been somewhere with them… although what really calls me right now is some Almdudler.)
The Hard
– Friend’s dislocated knee has thrown our plans into a blender, but we’re happy to be there for her.
– Boyfriend’s loss of sleep because he was at the hospital with said friend led to him being moody all week… which means we didn’t get nice couple time before our weekend guest arrives.
– Frustration with coworkers makes work difficult.
– A pill snafu over the weekend led to three bad pain days.
The Good
+ My bad pain days are far more tolerable than they used to be.
+ My nascent yoga practice is really improving my mobility and physical well-being by leaps and bounds. Even normally pessimistic Mr. Boyfriend Pants, is getting pretty excited about it. Next week Monday classes in Elemental yoga open up, so I’ll have a much easier time fitting them in.
+ I’m just feeling very glad to be me this week.
.-= Lisa´s last blog .. =-.
“ghjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjffgfjhfjhhhhhhhhhhklkklhhg” – I never realized, before this moment, that Stu is actually a cat. Or a cat-spirit. Or something. But that, right there, is exactly what I’ve seen every time a cat has gotten near my keyboard – so now I’m convinced.
And hugs for your hard, Havi – that sounds like a whole lot of suck. I hope it passes for you soon.
The Hard –
* More headaches. More headaches. It’s becoming a litany. Though actually, they were fewer and smaller this week.
I’m actually digging to come up with something else, so I’m going to let that be, even though somehow it feels a bit like putting a giant Universe – Kick Me sign on my back to have only one item there. At the same time, I want to appreciate that I’m having to dig for the hard, and not manufacture any pain that wasn’t there in my life.
The Good –
* Had a fabulous time last night playing in the kitchen with my sweetie, and ended up with a really wonderful plum orange sorbet and some pickles-to-be. And the pickles are in a beautiful big glass jar that I found on craigslist so they look like a cross between a terrarium and a specimen jar sitting on the kitchen counter and I LOVE it. We actually spent like 5 minutes after we’d cleaned up the kitchen just standing next to each other and gazing admiringly at our pickle jar.
* I’m in the process of stepping back into more action after my period of feeling really unproductive. I’ve regained a lot of my inner balance over the last few days with my activities and my eating and a lot of things, and I feel a bit like a coiled spring getting ready to release in a big burst. And it’s exciting.
* Found out Wednesday about the Portland Creative Conference happening this weekend. Intrigued, asked for help making the decision on twitter – heard back great things, made a couple of new connections, and registered. Very excited to see what tomorrow will bring!
.-= Shannon Henry´s last blog ..Spirosketch is ready! =-.
Fireworks, jackhammers, and wasps, oh my! That would be too much even cosy at home. So sorry you’ve got so much hard on your plate when it’s already full with teaching and sharing the love and wackiness that is you in Berlin. I’m glad you’ve got the good here too, and that you’ve found some for yourself.
The hard: it’s wet weather again which makes my dear worn out adrenals crash even more than usual. Can we say weight in chest, out of breath, depressed? Normally this would be so lovely, fall colors slowly turning and a an opportunity to wear soft sweaters. I want that!
Harder still, my heart is all wrapped up in sharing the most gorgeous meditation practices that make the hard not so hard and the good so so beautiful. Between my adrenals and my head injury I feel like I’m in constant “this is impossible, how can I make this possible” mode. No fun at all. And still waiting for a light bulb to go off overhead.
The good: Everywhere I turn, there’s love.
.-= Mahala Mazerov´s last blog ..The Bowl of Stars – A Guided Meditation =-.
For some reason, picturing contentment in cafes in other countries always makes me dreamy.
The hard:
–my husband being sick and throwing off my routines
–my mom and sisters having horrible fights and telling me all about it
–not having the emotional reserves to help my hurting family
–anxiety attacks making it hard to sleep
The good:
–getting on as a patient easily with the doctor’s office of my choice.
–seeing the NP and clicking with her immediately
–laying groundwork for my business, even if time was short
–writing practice blog posts and even getting in flow a couple of times!
OH YES! Otis! Loved that one.
Thanks also for the bit about poverty life skills that won’t go away.
I saw a policeman today and went the other direction automatically and thought about ALL of that–
The quick-be-invisible-please-don’t-look-at-my-car-thing–and then the oh wait, it’s totally legal…
.-= Sarah´s last blog ..Bead Buying Tips–Part III =-.
Hey Havi:
I just wanted to send you so much love with all of this stuff you’re dealing with – jackhammers, fireworks, classes, cafes, so much change – and tell you how much I appreciate that you created this chicken and so many other great ideas that I use every day.
xoxo
.-= Char´s last blog ..test =-.
Best part of the week. Seriously.
It’s so great reading about everyone’s week. Sending love for all the hard. And silly dances for the good. Silly dances!
@Sonia – “ghjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjffgfjhfjhhhhhhhhhhklkklhhg!” right back at you, sweetie!
best thing about fridays: I get reminded here that EVERYONE has some crappiness in their week. There’s always some hard and some good.
me?
Hard:
-defensiveness. trying not to be hard on myself and trying to understand where that behavior comes from. this is my biggest issue as far as communication goes.
Good:
-played so many awesome shows this week.( + played more drums, which is always so fun)
-laughed a lot
-got to the gym a few times…early, too!
xo
C
.-= Christine´s last blog ..busyness and touring resolutions =-.
Dang, I completely missed Friday. I agree with Christine that it is helpful to be reminded that I do NOT have a lock on crapiness in my life.
The Hard:
– More assignments have popped up for my first class in my doctoral program. I now have 4 assignments due within a 7 day time span. Probably wouldn’t be a problem if I was a full-time student, but since this is a program designed for WORKING adults, it is presenting a serious time-management challenge.
– Achy shoulder is interfering with desperately needed sleep.
– The never ending situation with the boss who is back in town and in my face.
The Good:
– Having the BEST teammates for my small group for the doctoral program. Not only do our skills mesh, we hold each other up through the drama of everyday life.
– Boundaries on my time. Did NOT respond to emails/calls from my boss last weekend as I needed to focus on my doctoral work. Drove him nuts, but I was incredibly productive.
– My best friend who supports through the daily dramas that I face. And I return the support for her never ending crises with her soon-to-be stepchildren.
OK – A Saturday Chicken. I had to wait for the Schmoo to get out of the vet before I could check-in, lest my list be skewed by a dead cat. Yay! He’s sitting next to me, a little weak but going to be fine. Thank the kitty gods for sparing my adult-life partner in crime. 14 years and still going.
And you, poor Havi? Have a cold, got stung by a wasp, twisted your ankle, got something in your eye, jetlag, jackhammers and fireworks. That is a whole lot of hard. Transcontinental warm fuzzies from our house to you and a sympathetic look from the Schmoo.
Onto the weekly summary!
The hard:
– the crazy is still with me. Trips to the doctor changed a bunch of medications, so now I’m doing the adjusting.
– the crazy sends me flying from *really* happy to the depths of despair, and makes me super edgy the rest of the time. So the hippie husband has had some snippy remarks tossed at him, as well as a big crying me, and I feel bad. I hate letting the crazy impact him.
– the crazy makes it really hard to sleep so toss sleep-deprivation into that list
– the Schmoo is diabetic and has very swollen and infected gums. He’s lost a quarter of his body weight. The tests and the medicine cost me $700. Not exactly money I had laying around, so the next couple of weeks are going to be a study in scarcity.
The good:
– the crazy is waning – every day I meditate three times and take the new drugs. I can feel normal on the horizon and I have hope.
– I met with a client for whom I will be working for the next two weeks. It’s a awesome project and, if we pull it off, will be a groundbreaking, first-of-its-kind user experience. Yay for cool projects and yay for money!
– Got to do yoga twice.
– Talked to my mom for a couple of hours on the phone. It makes her happy, so that’s good by proxy.
– The Schmoo is alive and will live to bite my ankles another day.
– I got my 50-year-old scooter out from its safe spot and rode it around town for the first time in two years.
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