So normally the Chicken happens every Friday when I write about the hard stuff and the good stuff from my week. And occasionally on Thursday..

We also have a yearly chicken tradition, that started with the big crazy Chicken for 2008 and continued with the Great Chicken of 2009.

We review the hard and the good: what was challenging and what was fabulous. Because a little symbolic closure never hurts.

Chickening the year a day early? Oyvavoy.

This year the 31st of December falls on a Friday, of all things.

But after a long and completely absurd internal debate and much Talmudic-style parsing, it became clear that even though the Yearly Chicken should probably trump the Friday Chicken, NOTHING TRUMPS THE FRIDAY CHICKEN. Tradition!

So here we are. Doing the Great 2010 Chicken one day early. I like to think of it as preparing.

The hard stuff

May.

Well, really April and May. There was just this really stressful period for a couple months there when we were waiting to close on a space for the Playground, and worrying about Hoppy House, and then waiting for a really important piece of news. Gaaaaaaah.

It just seemed like everything was up in the air. And the waiting. Agony!

If the hard of life is graduate school, as we decided it was yesterday, this was an advanced seminar on the topic of faith, trust and hanging in there.

Sick.

Getting absolutely wiped out in Asheville — while teaching — and then the recovery taking way too long.

And other forms of recovery.

So we got rid of the disastrous bookkeeper from 2009, but whole chunks of this year were spent sorting out that mess.

So much residual crap from old decisions were still mucking things up. And then my own frustration with that was its own form of fuzzy monster.

Very hard.

Trust.

We discovered that we had someone on the ship who wasn’t trustworthy.

But we didn’t have a back-up plan or a replacement or a plan.

The First Mate and I were not in agreement about the best way to handle it. I’m pretty sure that his way (don’t do anything until we have someone who can cover all the bases in case anything goes wrong) was the best way.

But it was very uncomfortable for me.

The elaborate and much bemoaned passing of Mack the Wife.

Mack the Wife is my laptop. Last name: Book-Air.

Now Mack the ex-wife.

Her unfortunate demise complicated matters hugely for me in a number of different ways.

A harsh and unexpected personal attack.

From someone I really care about.

A new roof is expensive and a pain in the ass.

And noisy.

It also took longer than it should have, and if only I’d just planned vacation for that week because it was very unsettling, and the whole thing was kind of a nightmare.

People will be in their stuff, no matter how many ways you give them to get out of it.

I don’t really have anything more to say about that.

Conclusion-jumping: apparently now an olympic sport.

This seemed to be the game of choice for a lot of people in my life this year.

And I have no patience for it. Frustrating, painful and really unnecessary.

Doubt.

And reassessment. The various identity crises that go along with that. Because change is hard.

And the good stuff

The main bit of good is that the hard was less hard than last year.

So much less hard. I hadn’t realized that until just now, and am starting to feel extremely hopeful.

Getting the Playground!

We got the space! It is amazing!

It is huge and beyootiful. Very magical things happen there.

And there are zombie apocalypse juice glasses. And pretzels! And a hammock!

I am in awe of the Playground and everything that happens there.

Also, having a space to teach saves us so much time, money and administrative hassle. It’s kind of outrageous that I never thought of this before.

Rallies!

I wrote this post and it was an idea and a seed.

But little did I know that the thing that emerged — the Rally (Rally!) — would change everything.

I am massively in love with rallying and with everything that happens on Rally.

Pirate queen holidays.

One of my primary business and personal gwishes this year was to not go on Emergency Vacation. And, in fact, to avoid it like the plague.

Scheduling in regular holidays and excursions really helped with that.

Especially the extra week of writing time in Taos.

Speaking of which, Workless Wednesday!

Even though it took most of the year for the tradition to stick…

And even though I still only manage a half day…

This is progress. This is good. I love Wednesday.

Drunk Pirate Council.

Where all the decisions get made.

The moment we decided to stop having “weekly meetings”, everything got better.

Long live the monster coloring book.

This may be my absolute favorite of all the things I have created this year. Or at all.

Madly in love with the monster coloring book.

Sponsoring Roller Derby.

Even though my beloved Guns N Rollers had a rough year.

Supporting them is awesome. And it’s the shivanautical thing to do.

Plus brain training on skates!

Not having arm pain.

And not having to use Stu to write the blog.

The absence of pain is a beautiful thing.

Retreat! Run away!

The Week of Destuckification in Monterey and the Week of Biggification in Asheville were so much fun.

I want my whole life to be like that. Smart people, enthusiastically working on their stuff. With hilarity and laughter and play.

And old Turkish lady yoga. It was so incredible.

So many wonderful things, really.

Living in Hoppy House. And eating Hoppy House sourdough and drinking Hoppy House beer.

Good neighbors. Dear friends. Bright, capable, creative students and clients. The incredible people at the second year of the Kitchen Table.

Okay, 2010. I think we’re done here.

Just like last year: the best part is still this blog and all of you.

The commenter mice and the Beloved Lurkers. Having a community of caring, loving, curious people. It is a very sweet thing.

And if you wish to play in the comments, hooray! You can chicken your year or make up words or drink celebratory things from tiny little goblets. Whatever you like. It’s our party.

Wishing you support, strength, grace, comfort, inspiration, sovereignty, and safety. May 2011 be full of beautiful possibility. Love, love, love and more love.

— Havi Brooks & Selma the Duck

The Fluent Self