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.
Oh I am the funniest.
But on to Friday.
Because yay, it’s Friday.
Finally!
The hard stuff
Too much to do. Again!
Starting to think this might be an existential thing and not something I can actually do anything about.
Ugh. Depressing. I mean, liberating. But also depressing.
I am resistance mouse.
Resisting everything. Fighting what is good for me, even when I already know that fighting isn’t what I want.
It’s lovely.
Tax stuff. And related stucknesses.
Grrr.
Headache.
And shekels. I can’t stop translating into shekels.
$39,738. That’s how much money my business spent this year on outside help.
That is the administrative cost of my arms not working plus email sabbatical.
I’m not saying it wasn’t worth it. But ohmygod.
For perspective? In 2008 that number was $5,870.
I know that technically this could go in the good section, because yay that didn’t destroy my business and we were able to handle it and everything is okay, but right now I’m kind of wanting to throw up.
See, I still translate dollars into shekels (not the best habit in the world). And that’s like a hundred and fifty thousand shekels.
Okay. When I was working overtime, pulling shifts at two bars, around the clock, I made about forty four thousand shekels. For the year.
The whole thing. Screws with my head. I want to run away.
Things moving way too fast.
Like how is it even Friday?
How did I not make progress on so many things that are wanting progresses?
That seriously makes no sense.
The good stuff
Chickens and Iguanas and good.
I have been doing the iguanaccountability thing all week and it is awesome.
Zoom! Getting stuff done!
And the most amazing thing happened (related).
There was a day of hard with trucks and noisy machinery outside so I ran away to a cafe to do some Things I Was Having Trouble Doing.
But the cafe didn’t have internets so I couldn’t use the Deguiltified Chicken Iguana Board at the Kitchen Table.
So I pretended the board lived on my computer and opened a text document and wrote to the Table mice about my hard and my plan and how long I was going to work on what.
And then I worked on what I needed to work on and every 20 minutes I’d check in — at the top of the page — with how it was going.
And even though it was noisy, 80 minutes of uninterrupted work. Unbelievable.
Because of the chicken-iguana-ness! Even though there wasn’t really anyone there for the iguanaccountability bit. The zone! I was in it.
Help in so many forms.
Genius sessions from Hiro.
Plus her course is so amazing. And Lisa’s Love That Room course is helping too.
Shiva Nata. Rocks my world.
I’ve been having crazy mini-epiphanies from Shiva-ing it up.
The madness that is Level 7 is doing some seriously great things.
Dinner with friends.
We got to hang out with Dana the Spicy Princess and her husband Ranch Boy. And I have missed them and it was lovely.
Plus mmmm, pickles.
Basically friends + pickles = happy happy Havi.
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 band is:
Face Slam Society
Me (on Twitter): “The hummus-throwing brigade of Northeast Portland strikes again?”
Marissa: “See, now the Indiana Hummus-Throwing Brigade was abandoned in favor of the Ranch Dressing Dunking Society. Much to my dismay.”
Amy: I wish I could form Ranch Dressing Dunking Society: The International Chapter but there’s no ranch dressing here 🙁
Me: Ah yes, the Austrian version is probably the Sachertorte Mit Schlag Face Slam Society. Mmmmm. Face Slam.
Of course, it’s just one guy.
And … STUISMS of the week.
No Stuisms this week. Sigh. Oh, that Stu. I promise there will be plenty of them next time though.
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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