Uh. This might take some explaining. Possibly. Let’s see.
So at my Kitchen Table we have a Deguiltified Chicken board, which is this zero-guilt space to get acknowledgment and cheering while working on stupid crap we don’t want to do.
The chicken joke? Not that funny. But it does help to know that if I don’t do the thing I’ll still be loved and adored.
So I like to chicken. It’s my thing. My friend Karen prefers to iguana instead.
Because iguanas are awesomely creepy. And because iguana kind of sounds like “I don’t wanna”, which is how we tend to feel about whatever it is we’re hell-bent on not doing.
Hence the Inowanna Iguana. Which she drew. It just gets more complicated from there so I’m going to stop explaining now.
Just take it from me. Karen is brilliant. And gorgeous. And my chicken is joining the iguanas.
My first thing that doesn’t want to be done yet
What I’m avoiding:
Finishing tomorrow’s stuckified blog post.*
* No, it’s not the one you’re reading right now. Sorry. That would be funny though.
Reminding myself why I’m wanting to do it now:
Tomorrow I want to sleep in and do Dance of Shiva and not work on a post.
Making it easier on myself by:
Maybe agreeing to just spend half an hour with it.
If it’s not wanting to make progress, permission to not post tomorrow and leave it until the next day.
Resistance coming up says:
“But but but but but but but …. your Alexa ranking is already shot to hell, and that always happens when you don’t post and you haven’t written anything interesting in weeks and you’re going to stop being internet famous and then the whole world will fall apart.
Are you a complete moron? Why would you do this to yourself?”
Me saying to resistance:
“Guys, I know you want to help.
And I know you think that pressuring me helps.
And I appreciate that you want my life to be better. And you are correct that being weirdly famous has done that for us.
And at the same time, if we let this thing become a should, it could shrivel up and die. You know how good I am at running away from things that I like. So let’s not let that happen here.
I am going to commit to having a healthy relationship with my writing practice, and I need you guys to commit to being supportive. Please observe the way my commenter mice do it on the blog when we do our Very Personal Ads, and see how effective it is.
Okay? Thank you.”
Commitment:
I will stop after thirty minutes no matter where I am with it and I will jump on my tiny trampoline while listening to the Clash and pretend that I am still a badass.
So there.
My second thing that doesn’t want to be done yet
What I’m avoiding:
Finishing the tax stuff.
Reminding myself why I’m wanting to do it now:
Because the next few months are crazy busy and I don’t want to still be tied up with last year’s stuff come April.
Making it easier on myself by:
I can meet with my gentleman friend Thursday afternoon and we can make a list of what is still not done.
Resistance coming up says:
“This is so depressing. This is just going to remind you of your horrible relationship with your old bookkeeper and all the help she promised that didn’t happen.
And it’s going to take forever so even if you give it a couple hours, you’ll just end up feeling like dirt. Plus you’ll have to look at all the things that went wrong in traumatic ways last year and la la la la la la la …”
Me saying to resistance:
“You’re right. It might take a really long time.
I’m thinking though that getting a chunk done will be reassuring for me. And at least we’ll know what the Next Steps are.
That way we can plan fabulousness for this year.
What if we agree to spend two hours on it and then check in again with my internal High Jedi Council?
And we can take breaks to bounce if/when it gets too awful.”
Commitment:
Thursday. It’s a date.
And afterwards there will be dancing. And possibly booze.
Reporting back …
I went five minutes over my time on the blog post but I was done done done with the first draft, so that was excellent. Hooray for me and for iguanaccountability.
Of course I don’t want to talk about how much time it took to edit the post once it was written because I may possibly have gone kind of overboard on that. Oh well.
And I can’t tell you about Thursday because it hasn’t happened yet.
Comment zen for this stuff:
No shoulds. No shoes.
Man, I love how that sounds like the no shirt no shoes no service signs.
Also not interested in receiving advices. Or reassurances of the “oh, you’ll be okay” sort.
However, little hoorays are appreciated. As are offers of drinks. Or ritual sacrifices to the Iguana.
And of course you are more than welcome to share your own chickens iguanas Things That Don’t Want To Be Done Yet and whatever is being processed around that.
I promise that no one here is going to make you feel bad if what you want to happen doesn’t happen in the way you want it to, but we will be supportive.
And I quote Neil Diamond who once — horrifyingly — said [iguana] chicken ripple ice cream. Goodness.
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I love love love the Inowanna Iguana. Printing it and pasting it to my wall as we speak. Well, right after I push the Submit button.
My Iguana’s are all things dissertation related. The way I deal with them is like you did with your post: just sit down for a limited amount of time in which I’m not supposed to replace the Thing I’m not doing with anything else. I might sit and gaze out of the window, but not actively doing something else. That usually tricks me into the ‘you’re here anyway, you’re not doing anything else, might as well get a bit of the Thing done’ state of being, which might last past the agreed time. If it doesn’t, that’s OK as well. Then I’ll go off and get a cup of tea. It’s just the starting that is hard for me, not the continuing.
Offering a steaming cup of tea. Don’t drink while using the trampoline.
You *are* a badass 🙂
.-= Mike Walters´s last post … Power up =-.
LOVE the whole idea of iguanaccounatability!
(Been there, done that, plugged my ears and sang Lalala, I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you!)
I’m just here to offer you The Martini of Freedom. Enjoy!
You know I am thinking that while I am doing what I don’t want to be doing the Inowanna iguana (brilliant BTW-Karen) can put down his sign and play interference with some shoes!
This week my big Inowanna is doing all the paper work for my son to be able to work as a counselor this summer. Yes, for some inexplicable reason moms of 16 year olds have paper work when their lovely children are smart enough to go off and work for a summer. And I am going to give it 15 min a day and see if it could be done!
THX.
.-= Pearl Mattenson´s last post … 1.12.10 =-.
I initially read “ritual sacrifices to the Iguana” as “ritual sacrifices *of* the Iguana” and my brain went WHOA and started planning out something involving too much satin, crushed velvet and low lighting. Which sounds like a terrible seduction scene or that my imagination is very cliche with the whole sacrifices and occultism thing…
I love how you tell your resistances to “observe”. Mine would just tell me to push off and shut up. 🙂
.-= Wormy´s last post … Re-encounters with Comfort Eating =-.
Hey all, Selma, Haviiiii!
Am in the Stuck this week when it comes to the Mojo Dance that it. All kinds of eyuu.
But. Ah ha. This is Me: And at the same time, if we let this thing become a should, it could shrivel up and die. You know how good I am at running away from things that I like.
Hopefully the Good Stuff will sink in – in good time.
Brilliant and thank yoooooo!
xx
Oh God and did you say trampoline + the Clash?!
Perfect aint it chicken?
I don’t want to make jewelry.
There. I said it.
I used to make jewelry years ago. I stopped because it was killing my wrists. Then last summer I stumbled into a site about metal clay, which looked like about the coolest thing ever invented, and went into OCD mode and checked out a bunch of metal clay books from the library, read a whole lot of tutorials online, and ordered about $900 worth of gemstones, silver wire, metal clay, tools and equipment.
I made a few things with the gemstones and wire. And I realized I wasn’t enjoying it so much. I never even opened the metal clay packages.
I’m totally addicted to working with fiber. But jewelry? Meh. I don’t even wear jewelry anymore except for earrings. Really simple earrings. Earrings that I just leave in my ears all the time and don’t bother to change.
So. Yeah. I finally faced the fact that I just don’t want to make jewelry.
And now I’ve got a bunch of gemstones, silver wire, metal clay, tools and equipment just sitting there, taking up space in my studio. Anyone want to buy it? Because I could really use that space.
.-= Riin´s last post … Happiness is Weaving =-.
Havi – thanks again for the free therapy!
My thing that doesn’t want to be done yet
What I’m avoiding:
Cleaning the laundry/office room
Reminding myself why I’m wanting to do it now:
I have undeposited checks in my in-basket and months and months worth of unopened mail. Every time I go in there I feel bad about myself. The dude would be so happy about it and maybe even help.
Making it easier on myself by:
Agreeing to just spend 15 minutes with it.
Listen to music while I am doing it.
Resistance coming up says:
Crazy people live like this. You’ve organized this room before and now look at it. It’s just going to look like this again, so why bother?
Who doesn’t like going to the bank so much that checks expire? Who do you think you are? Someone made from money? Remember when you didn’t have any money?
Me saying to resistance:
I know you think that pressuring me helps, but it turns out it just makes me try to ignore you. And then you push harder and I resist more – thus making a never ending cycle of “I don’t wanna” happen again and again.
Please let me think this is my idea and I’ll do it and we’ll all feel better.
Commitment:
I will stop after 15 minutes and go on the online and read other people’s amazing blogs.
.-= Tami´s last post … Yoga+Music365 (day11) – Stay Positive by The Hold Steady =-.
Havi, it was so helpful to see you talking to your resistance. I often need examples and reminders of how that’s done. And done with zest and style is a bonus!
I’m stuck finishing my dissertation edits. Partly because the defense itself sucked. I felt railroaded and criticized (a colossal shoe thrown in which a committee member said one of my assertions was “ignorant”), and that while the edits will prob make the diss stronger, they are someone else’s idea of improvement, not mine. The power dynamic during the defense was. not. fun. I just want to be done.
So, what I guess I can do is what I tell people I’m doing: treat these edits like a job. I have X number of hours/days/weeks to complete the work, and to just do a bit every weekend. I won’t focus on what could be, or what *else* I’d like to do in the diss (and beyond); I will simply address the specific edits requested. And I will set a due date. Everytime my mind wanders, I will remind myself that this is just a job, and it’s finite. It will end.
It damn well better.
Nice talk away. I am having some major resistance being myself. Feeling like I have to be something bigger than I am in order to enjoy the moment that is. Booo.
I have two things I’m resisting for fear of failure: Creating an office space in my nyc apartment that resembles the me AND turning my sewing machine on.
Why do I give these two simple things so much power?
.-= Lydia, Clueless Crafter´s last post … Textured Time =-.
Oh man. Wouldn’t you know, I came here as part of my catching-up-on-blogs-before-starting-work game (which has been known to last for an hour or two, leaving me only ten minutes in which to “work”… yeah, okay, it’s procrastination.)
My Thing That Doesn’t Want To Be Done: writing the “blurb” for my story in its new home.
Reminding myself why I want to do it now: Because right now I have coffee and time and a clean desk, which I won’t have if I try to do it any day later this week. And because my story has been waiting and waiting to get settled into its new home, and this is an essential step, and I don’t want to make it wait until next week.
Making it easier on myself by: Only trying to get a first draft. Not trying to craft something tight and compelling, just spewing as much information about the story as I can.
Resistance is saying: If that’s all you do, you practically haven’t done any work at all! You already know all the information about the story, your problem is putting it together in a way that gets the idea across quickly and makes people want to read it. You don’t know how to do that. You probably can’t anyway. The story is too weird; nobody wants to read a relationship-oriented urban fantasy. You need to figure out how to make the story sound cool, and your shitty first draft won’t help with that.
Me to resistance: I have to start somewhere. Even though I know in my head what’s there, putting it in words usually shows me something new. I know you’re afraid that nothing will happen unless we control and plan the whole process, but I trust my creativity, and I know it can throw out some pretty cool things if I let it start to play. Would you please just step back and see what emerges? The worst thing that could happen is that we spend a couple of hours producing nothing usable. I’m okay with that.
I’m just going to have to think about “no shoulds, no shoes” for awile.
That’s just…brilliant.
@ Riin — I may very well be interested in some PMC stuff! uhhh… I will try to post on your blog?
🙂
Believe it or not, I actually *did* see a chicken cross the road, right in front of my car, less than 10 miles from Chicago…. it came out of the forest preserve– I stopped the car, and stared– and then it headed for the golf course across the road… and to this day, I still wonder…. “Why *did* the chicken…” (Ok it was a big black rooster, but still) … and there is no answer!
As far as my things that don’t want to be done (or rather, that I don’t want to do)… for me, it is a few big things, and a thousand tiny ones that cycle through every day, or should…. It is usually a struggle to get started, but then it’s not so bad once I do. So I try to remember that, or set a timer, and here’s the new thing that I am liking- making sure to observe the part of me that is pleased with myself when I’m done, and relieved, and make sure I fix that in my mind as a big, memorable “Pleasant” at the tail end of the pattern. It seems to help me.
Some really, really, really big ones are a phobia of red-tape for insurance, and doctor appts…. and there, I am struggling very much with the fear, and am not making much progress. :/ I know it has to do with some very negative experiences… so it has been very hard to overcome or talk myself down from the anxiety surrounding those two things….
As for drinks– Hmm… how about a Volcano from the Halakahiki tiki bar… on fire, fruity,very sweet (no worries about imaginary sugars 😀 ) and served in a goofy bar with all original 60’s tiki decor…
***OR, you could come to Fitzgerald’s with me to see the Carolina Chocolate Drops in February!! Hooray, thanks so much for the recommend, I’m excited! If that’s the case, I’ll buy you a drink of your choice at the 30’s roadhouse bar…
xoxoxo!!
Here’s to being gentle and getting things done gently!
This morning I was avoiding writing today’s blog post, which is in amorphous, not-quite-sure-what’s-the-point world. I spent an hour at Donkey, waiting for a friend date who never showed up, and made notes, and plans, and plans for notes. Came home, and there was a newsletter from Lynn Robinson in the inbox, with permission to reprint, that touched on exactly some of the issues I’ve been dealing with (esp the ones from yesterday’s blog comment). So, blog post done.
Not the usual recommended way of doing things, I suppose, but it works for today. 🙂
Other things I’m avoiding:
The studio; it’s *cold* in the hallway to get there. And I’m not sure what I’m going to work on next. Scary.
Tracking down the paperwork for the semi-annual taxes. But they don’t need to be mailed until next Tuesday and so I am backing into that one while I’m not paying attention.
Yeah, that’s about it for now. Not too bad for a Tuesday (keep thinking it’s Monday because of the new quarter, DH has T-TH classes this time, last quarter it was M-W)
27F today, it’s a heat wave!
.-= Andi´s last post … This Says It Better Than I Ever Could =-.
Right now my Inowanna is sending off an article query to a magazine editor. I realized last night that I’ve been resisting emailing it off these last couple of days because it’s a big-ish magazine and I’m a little worried that my previous credits aren’t big-ish enough to get my article considered.
I think the first thing I can do is acknowledge my nervousness is normal. Also, I can I can remind myself that I don’t have to rid myself of doubt before I send my query. I can be nervous and still send it. Also, I could give myself some kind of reward after emailing the editor. Like Nintendo. Or not having to make dinner.
.-= Michelle´s last post … Why is this Writing Stuff so Important, Anyway? =-.
@Wormy – whoah, ritual sacrifices OF the Iguana *is* kind of creepy. Though I’m right there with you with the satin and crushed velvet. Hmmm.
And yeah, my resistances were not having any of it and told me where I could get off. But I didn’t want to turn the post into one long resistance dialogue since I kind of do that all the time anyway. Next time maybe. 🙂
@Ingrid – you’re going to see the Carolina Chocolate Drops? Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! Now I HAVE to come visit you. Awesome.
@Riin – what a neat realization. Can I use your ask for one of my VPA posts so it gets more eyeballs?
@Tami – free therapy! Whoo!
@Inge – tea *after* the tramping, I promise. Thank you!
Sending love (or whatever helps, I guess) for your iguanas, guys. Yay.
Iguana! (Iguanas like to eat ritually sacrificed carrots. They are right up my alley. Also, one was among my few friends in the torture zone known as high school. Love iguanas, even if they donwanna.)
Also! Tax-related love and sympathy. And a drink named “the Itemized Deduction.” I’m not sure what’s in it yet, but definitely at least three kinds of booze.
I have figured out, at long last, what I do not want to do. It is a problem, though, because it is SOOOOO BIG!
I do not want to be a writer.
RAR. I don’t! Not just because it is scary like a scary thing, but also because being a writer totally ruins my usual writing-angst-buster (to wit, “don’t worry, you’re not a Real Writer (TM), so it doesn’t matter if everyone hates what you write.)
I tried to get advice on my writing angst, and my source of brilliance said “nothing is ambitious in its nature.”
Look, source of brilliance, you’re brilliant and all, but if writing is my nature, I want you to notice how that is not less scary. Yes? I’m so scared of this that I’m scared to do the things that would make me less scared — because then I’d have to do the thing!
Ok. *deep breath*
So the thing I am resisting immediately is working on my new crazy bloggy project.
I want to do it because I want to not have to work at my weird, unfulfilling, time-suck office job forever.
My resistance is about not wanting to be a writer and having a too-big dream and feeling like I will be committed to a life of poverty if I, you know, pick a header image.
Dear Resistance,
You can quit any time. No, I’m serious. I’m not going to launch this until we’re ready. Word of honor. If you need breaks, you can have breaks. If you need 784 posts in the drafts and none in the scheduled, it’s ok. If you need love and bubble baths and for your best friends to read it and say you’re brilliant, I can arrange that. Honest. Because I know that you love me and want things to be ok, and I want that too. Yes?
love,
me
[My commitment: I’m googling for a header image already. And looking for a writing block of time when I can be in a coffee shop or home alone or something.]
Iguana ask for help with my thing or my stuff.
I just figured out (remembered, really) my thing (the thing! which I thought I didn’t have!), and now I’m all on the edge of weepy because 1) I’m so happy I rediscovered it and 2) I don’t know how to get from remembering what it IS to doing it.
And that means I’m going to have to ask other people (OOOO, SCARY) for help.
Like probably someone who does this professionally. And also perhaps my friends (for the moral support and offers of drinking together). And – yeah.
But! I think when the current immediate wave of wanting to crawl off and cry about it passes, then I can face up to calling the person I have in mind (because I am clever! and remembered some keywords off the website, so I found it again! so I can call!) and finding out if they are taking new clients.
So there’s that. It’s scary but I know I can do it, because if I don’t, then I’m stuck where I am, and I don’t like where I am, and I need to do something about it, and I -will-. Just not while I think talking about it would make me cry.
PS which perhaps should have gone first: I found this site less than a week ago. I have spent lots of time reading archives. And skimming related blogs which I found from hopping around from blog to blog. And doing some writing because the things the bloggers were saying (here and elsenet) made me think about my stuff.
Which is all a long-winded way of saying I found (remembered) my Thing because I found this site, which would be awesome all by itself, but I have also gotten so many awesome /useful/ metaphorical ways of looking at stuff (thrown shoes!!) and even if it hasn’t totally changed my life yet, it has made things easier. And it’s been less than a week.
And if (when? I have old friends in Portland) I am ever in Portland, I would totally buy you a drink. Or ten. Because spares are good!
Hi Havi and everyone here!
This is my first post and I strongely felt I had to do it this time instead of anonymously/obsessively reading everything you’ve ever posted. Uff! You are amazing!,I had to get that out of my chest. And a big THANK YOU! Uff!,that’s out too!
I’ve been reading for the first time your blog this past week (almost 24/7, for real)and I am amazed at the amount of epihanies I’m having, and I’m not even doing the Dance of Shiva yet, hurray! Is like all the stuff I’ve been accumulating in my head the last 30 somenthing years, all the books, the self analysis, the ups and downs, are being put into perspective…it feels soooo right this time around, you have managed to express yourself in a manner that goes straight to my heart, my soul, my mind, without being cheesy, preachy and boring but full of humor, simpleness and compassion..ahhh…THANK YOU again.
I sincerely hope that while you’re troubled with all the taxes, writers block and all the stuff you might be dealing with right now, you find comfort in knowing the amount of good you’ve brought to some random girl in the Dominican Republic.
As for my iguanas, I think I need to close the laptop already and get to My Thing, whatever that is…. although this is so much fun.
Many Blessings
Once upon a time, I lived with several housemates. One of those housemates kept many reptiles. One of his lizards was an iguana. It did not eat mice. It did, however, escape from its cage one night and turn up at the foot of my bed making weird hissy noises (at least in my head) before it jumped out the window (on the second floor, mind you).
Me to Roommate: Dude, your iguana attacked me while I was sleeping and then jumped out of the window.
Him: What?! Did you throw my iguana out the window?
Me: No, really, it jumped dude. Do iguanas fly? Maybe it was suicidal.
Him: You killed my iguana.
Six months later, man from warehouse next door shows up at our doorstep with the freaking iguana, which had apparently been living in said warehouse all that time…
Iguanas have freaky powers. That’s all I’m saying.
.-= Emily´s last post … Awesome Mission No. 1 =-.
My iguanas, they are numerous. Even just attempting to list them makes me nervous. So, maybe acknowledging my iguanas is an iguana in and of itself. Clearly, I am not ready to do this publicly.
So, I think I will go offline and get a pen and paper and write down all the things that I don’t want to do. And I will be gentle with myself in my not wanting. And I will not make myself do all of them at once.
(All right, that actually made me feel a little better. Thanks!)
.-= Amber´s last post … (Lack of) Educational Philosophy =-.
Oh, wow, I love that iguana!
Iguana love! Chicken love!
Hooray!
Oh, my goodness, this is a post I really needed to read! The iguana — perfect. It reminds me a bit of the lizard in Martha Beck’s Steering By Starlight, and a whole lot of the grumpy dragon who has been one of my inner characters for many years now.
(Okay, enough stalling, Kat. Let’s go to work.)
Something I’m avoiding: Three written client evaluations. They aren’t my clients anymore; a different music therapist has begun working with them now that I’ve taken on a different contract with the agency.
Reminding myself why I want to do it now: Closure. This is the last loose end from my previous work assignments. Also, I’ll be attending a staff meeting for that agency tomorrow afternoon, and would very much like to be able tell everyone that it’s a done deal.
Making it easier on myself by: Allowing myself a playful atmosphere — listening to music, drinking warm drinks, chatting with my sweetie at the desk beside me.
Resistance coming up says: “Oh, my God, you should have finished this weeks ago! You’ve been letting everything else get in the way, and ooh, I think you’re also using this unfinished business as an excuse to avoid scarier projects, but you’re just not doing anything, and what’s wrong with you?…Oh, forget it. If it’s gone undone this long, one more night isn’t going to make any difference. It’s late. You’re tired. It’s been a long day. You shouldn’t have to work on anything at this hour. Don’t you want to rest? You deserve rest!”
Me saying to resistance: “Shhhhh. It’s all right. You know what? Let’s not worry about the past, right now. Let’s not worry about the future, either. Let’s just take a look at right now, this evening, this hour. No, I’m not sending you away. I agree with everything you’re saying, okay? You’re right, this unfinished stuff is getting in the way of other important projects — that’s why we’re going to finish it tonight. You’re also right about needing rest, so you know what? We’re going to do this in a restful way. It just might work! Let’s give it a try, and see what happens, okay?”
Commitment: Taking care of this tonight. Any surges of self-pity will be given cups of tea and recordings of off-beat music — because just for tonight, we’re dancing to the beat of a different drummer. Excelsior!
.-= Kathleen Avins´s last post … Dramatis personae =-.
I like iguanas. They remind me of Walla Voodoo, and then I feel young and springy.
Plus, you know. Tastes like chicken.
.-= Sonia Simone´s last post … What Makes Marketing Hard? =-.
This is brilliant. I wonder if you get sick of hearing that all the time.
Something I’m avoiding– reading and working with the testimonials worksheet stuff I purchased from you months ago.
Writing a curriculum proposal to someone who clapped and actually said ‘oh goody’ when she asked me to teach a class at her prestigious theater.
Why now: On point 1. because my biz is picking up and all I need to do is to figure out how to get my loyal clients to write a few lines about it.
point 2. because I’d really like to teach that class, and it would be good for the kids I’d teach, too, so not just selfish.
making it easier– I’ll write out what the resistance to the testimonial stuff is in my fun journal using glitter crayons. Once it sees the light of day I bet it will flee.
same for point 2 and then I will reward self with watching a movie on Thurs after completing tasks.
.-= Kate T.W.´s last post … Milestone =-.
@Ingrid That would be great!
@Havi Yes, absolutely! Thanks!
.-= Riin´s last post … Happiness is Weaving =-.
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That’s one hell of a commitment. Thanks for the mini-lesson in how not to be boring and self-shoulding in the Commitment bit. When I write Very Personal Ads, my Commitment section tends to be written by my inner good girl: “I promise to do this thing just right and follow up enthusiastically and mind my P’s and Q’s!” So probably they do not accurately reflect what I am actually 100% *willing* or even *likely* to actually do.
Next time I will remember to include things like bouncing. Or perhaps exclude anything that does not resemble bouncing.
.-= Tracy´s last post … Reflection: Self-Care for Artists =-.
Oops – accidental html is what happens when I post comments while still on my first cup of coffee. The bit I was attempting to quote was this:
I will stop after thirty minutes no matter where I am with it and I will jump on my tiny trampoline while listening to the Clash and pretend that I am still a badass.
So here’s me feeling dumb that I’ve been reading those friday posts for like a year now, all the time wondering why you call them “chicken”. I was all like, “there’s probably some cute and funny Havi story (yes, it’s just one guy) that explains it”. I am hereby revoking my punster card.
Dear Havi and Selma, God bless you ! This iguanaccountablility is such a brilliant thing, and exactly what I needed right now. I’m practising already. Thank you so much.
.-= Catherine´s last post … 2010 photo projects – Tools and toys =-.