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.

Yeah.

A hundred and one.

Now nothing to get excited about until two hundred, says Eeyore.

The hard stuff

Back to work. Again!

I know, I know.

It’s part of life. Blah.

But growth periods suck. And so does recovery time.

Even though my Official Pirate Queen Holiday Vacation was supposed to be restful (and it mostly was), I’d also set an intention to learn about my relationship to biggification.

And so I had all sorts of huge understandings and big crazy epiphanies.

So I came back kind of exhausted.

And despite the enormous piles of doom waiting for me, I couldn’t get out of recovery mode. Lots of sleeping. Lots of bleary-eyed confusion.

Lots of waiting. Frustrating. Normal, but frustrating.

You know when you miss someone and then they’re everywhere?

And all it takes is a hint of Desmond Dekker in a cafe in Seattle and … you start to doubt things.

My favorite pair of pants died a horrible death.

Totally unfair.

Almost having seventeen thousand heart attacks because of World Cup.

Seriously, that stuff is not good for my health.

Stress plus pain. Not good. I have grey hair now.

But of course I also am incapable of stopping. Oh, the roller coaster.

I was super sad when Ghana lost to Uruguay. I’ve been rooting for Ghana the whole time.*

Even against Germany. And I never root against Germany. Except in basketball. And world wars.

Anyway. Gah. Way too much stressful. I can definitely wait another four years to practice breathing some more.

* Except when they played the States, but that’s really only because what the hell, I live here now.

Kyeli is having surgery.

Big scary surgery. Please send her loving wishes for ease and comfort and a speedy recovery.

The good stuff

Insane amounts of writing.

Twenty one pages of monster conversations. Unbelievable.

It was way less stressful than I’d been imagining (which is why I’d been avoiding them).

And they were full of unexpectedness. Usually it’s the same old yeah yeah you’re trying to protect me by being cruel and horrible blah blah.

This time they gave me all sorts of useful new information. Feeling really glad that I asked.

Feather boas!

The other day, I said something about how now all I need is a feather boa.

Well.

Two of my lovely, lovely blog readers (thank you so much, Danielle and Mariko!) each had the idea of getting me a feather boa.

So now I have two.

Which is awesome.

And now I’m wondering if I should get in the habit of saying “now all I need is …”, just to see if whatever it is ends up in my mailbox.

I am the luckiest lady alive. Also, yay blogging. Who knew? If they’d told me there would be feather boas in it for me, I would have started years earlier.

Now all I need is …

Pickles.

First I had the best (and largest) pickle of my entire life while on the tail end of Pirate Queen Holiday Vacation.

And then my gentleman friend gave me his pickle while we were out at dinner. Possibly only to avoid an argument but still. I took it.

I saw Alice in Wonderland.

And loved it.

I wasn’t expecting to, after the especially depressing New Yorker review.

But wow.

It’s weird how I don’t think of Tim Burton as someone who shares my message, but there he was, speaking my mind in color.

  • That a little madness is not only okay, it’s vital.
  • That even within extremely confined, predetermined situations, you own your life, which means you get to make decisions for yourself.
  • That you don’t have to know how to do what is needed — it’s enough to claim your powers (or hold the sword) and the rest will happen.

A considerably more thought-provoking film than I had anticipated. Though probably more so if you’re obsessing over sovereignty and its applications. I’m so glad to have seen it.

Good things I read this week.

This wonderful bit from Fi about the Stuff-Lover’s lament.

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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?

Oar Or Ore

Though I believe they sometimes add a question mark to it, so it’s more like Oar Or Ore?

Anyway. They originally started out as an a capella group made up of former Navy Seals. But last I heard, 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