Friday chickenIn which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of ritual and self-reflection.

And you get to join in if you feel like it.

Seriously. Friday?!

This week is messing with me, right?

There’s no way it’s even close to Friday. Ah, well. Here we are. So let’s chicken.

The hard stuff

Not in the mood.

This was not a week for getting things done.

It was a week for process and percolate. Lots of useful untangling.

Lots of progress, even. But not the visible kind.

And people waiting on things. Sigh-sigh.

Late to bed.

Once.

Which then became several times.

And that’s always when stuff starts to fall apart.

Overloaded.

A holiday party and then brunch with friends.

I know for most people that’s completely doable. But for me it’s too much.

Frozen on a decision.

This actually turned out to work to my advantage.

But I worried about it.

A misunderstanding.

More sighing.

Misunderstandings are painful!

Things are changing.

And this is scary and hard.

Even when it’s what you wanted.

The good stuff

Clint Eastwood!

Remember when I used the magic of Clint Eastwood’s negotiating skills to get my monsters to backtrack on everything they believe in?

That was awesome.

So this week I accidentally used some Clint Eastwood negotiating with a contract.

Mainly because I was too stressed out about the proposal to write the proposal.

The silence was too much for them and they offered a counter-proposal without even getting the original proposal, and THIS proposal is awesome.

Thank you, Clint Eastwood.

The thing I was going to do anyway because I had no choice is now significantly more affordable.

This comes as a gigantic relief.

Letting other people practice what they know is rewarding.

Hard, but rewarding.

I have been remembering that not everything requires a response, and this is good.

Hannukah!

Candles. Singing. Levivot.

And then solstice too.

Beautiful. I feel happy.

My partner-in-crime is here!

Knowing that she was arriving did not stop me from spending two hours with her on the phone the night before.

Yay! Here! Now!

Ideas and epiphanies.

Like crazy.

Big stuff. Big, scary stuff. But I am glad to be learning it now.

Progress on the Almanac.

There are no more quarters. And yet… every season has quarters.

Feeling much better about this.

The last Board of Surprisers call of the year.

That was sad.

But happy, because they’re going to be my Enthusiastic next year.

Lots of sitting at the Playground and biggifying.

I am planning the most astonishing things. Like a crazed genius with crayons!

Thanks, Clint Eastwood and Shiva Nata.

Variations on Surya Namaskara.

I have watched this video three times. Variations on a sun salutation, from a dance perspective.

It reminds me of things that my body knows, and about how the Bruce Wayne thing of committing to the body is important.

Not just letting the body make executive decisions but being with it all the time. So beautiful.

Playing live at the meme beach house — it’s the Fake Band of the Week!

Background? Ez and I make up bands. Stu (retired Bolshevik-fearing voice-to-text software) once translated “people will hate me and be jealous” to “they’ll hang out at my Meme Beach House“. It’s just one guy.

This week’s band is brought to you by our friend Dana.

Turtle Disorder

They’re a speed metal polka tribute band who do covers of songs you’ve never heard of.

Though, weirdly, it’s actually just one guy.

Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.

Picture me wearing that crazy hat

  1. Reminder: Rally prices are going up a week from today. Rallies fill up quickly. January is sold out. There are a couple February and March spots. So come Rally. Rally! It will change everything.
  2. The Playground calendar is the most magical thing. It will make you happy-cry. The First Mate ordered a second batch. While supplies last.
  3. We’ll open admissions for the Floating Playground next week. So start working with the Art of Embarking, because you’ll need that .

I think that’s everything. If not, I’ll add stuff to the Very Personal Ads over the weekend.

That’s it for me …

And of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments if you feel like it.

Yes? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?

And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.

p.s. It’s okay if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — join in whenever (or not) and it’s no big deal.

And let me translate that, for Brits and Canadians and people who have been well-trained to apologize for things: What if, instead of apologizing for having missed a week or a hundred weeks, you lovingly and intentionally notice the desire to apologize? Say hi to the pattern. And then maybe you choose to silent-retreat that part. Or maybe you secretly get to do the hedging on your own to feel the thing that the apology gives you, and then you could delete the hedge before you post.

Because otherwise there’s this disconnect. It ends up being me talking about a culture of amnesty, but then we don’t give it to ourselves. Does that make sense? I hope so.

*blows kiss to the hedge-lovers as a fellow fan of hedging*

The Fluent Self