Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
What worked?
Turning challenges into mysteries.
This week I decided that all problems were actually mysteries. Hooray.
This made everything way more fun. And mysterious.
And since mysterious is way better than “annoying”, this was an improvement. Also I got to be a femme fatale in a film noir (in my head), and this was great.
Bonus: much silly wordplay centering around the word “solution”.
Changing up the metaphor.
Pirates are great at improvising, and not always great at protocol.
You know who excels at both improvising and following protocol? Spies. Secret agents. Bond Girl, my incoming-me alter-ego and confidant.
So what if instead of a pirate crew, we were an Cloak of Spies, a Sneakery of Spies, a Bond of Spies. Bond. James Bond. A Bond of spies playing at being a pirate crew? It’s all part of the caper, you see.
Less tense with a new tense? It was funny in my head.
We have this daily pirate log at Stompopolis, and the pirate crew check off all the things.
Except often things do not get done but the checklist says they are done. This is one of the biggest mysteries (see? see?) of my job.
I rewrote the log sheets as secret agent protocol. And switched out the imperative to first person.
“I’ve just emptied the water containers. Now I am putting Blanket Fort George to bed.”
This has made the log sheet much more fun and is also, I’m hoping, going to help with the superpower of Playful Presence, which is kind of what Stompopolis is about.
Trusting my instincts.
Every time. So good.
Next time I might…
Trust my instincts more. And sooner.
Again and again and again.
Stay with essence.
For example, the essence of writing a Friday chicken is play. So if I force myself to write it out of obligation, I’m ignoring the essence of chickening. The answer, for me, to anything at all is: pause and get back to essence.
And to trust that if I am doing something that is in line with the essence but is not the thing itself that I think I should be doing, this is right. Because: essence.
Things I found challenging (and mysterious!).
- Work all day, work work work, on the first beautiful sunny day of spring when I wanted to be outside.
- Huge frustration about perceived lack of help and support.
- Here’s a mystery: why was the left entry door at Stompopolis unlocked? Why wasn’t the phone plugged in? Why are things crossed off of lists if they have not happened? The Mystery of When Is A Chart Not A Chart.
- In my stuff about that.
- Overwhelmed.
- What I thought was one operation turned out to have eleven separate smaller missions inside of it.
- Received a piece of information that seemed disastrous (as in “yeah, fine, maybe Nothing Is Wrong applies to other things but this is definitely terrible”), spiraled into panic and fear. Lots of thinking that Now Is Like Then, lots of forgetting that Now Is Not Like Then.
- There are not yet enough notes in the Book of Me about just how much The Jetlag Of The Clocks Changing is real, and the effect this has on my life.
- Choices.
- Expecting one thing and getting another.
Things I found delightful.
- Expecting one thing and getting another! Whee!
- Burn Notice reference: “Don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s only a pre-disaster. I remembered this, and it was true.
- Guess what, monsters? The seemingly disastrous piece of information lead to a really good thing, and also revealed a very reassuring piece of information that otherwise would have remained hidden. There was no disaster.
- Speaking of the superpower of Actually Nothing Is Wrong. Agent E decided to make things up to me for having missed our dinner on my birthday. Agent E can miss dinner with me as often as Agent E likes, because that was amazing. Yay for getting stood up on my birthday. Ha.
- The thing-that-appeared-to-be-disastrous-but-wasn’t was solved, swiftly and easily, by the compass. Compassing and encompassing solves everything. Plus it calmed me down astonishingly quickly.
- I let X, who has no connection to any of what I do, help me with the compass, positive that X wouldn’t get it. X got it.
- The cute girl who never smiles back bought my tea. The magic of silent retreat in action.
- Package of marvelous teas and teacakes from China! Thank you, Peter!
- All the challenges were mysteries, and this was fun. Goodness, isn’t it mysterious. Yes, yes it is.
- Playmate and I are inventing all the best games and having all the words, and I am really happy.
- I didn’t know about the time change (this is a huge trigger, related to a sad scary pain-filled story/experience about Outsider Syndrome), and it didn’t matter. My phone knew what was up. I wasn’t late to class. Gigantic exhalation of relief. Hand on heart sigh. I am okay. Everything is okay. Now Is Not Then.
- Dance dance dance. More dance.
- Getting a million trillion things done.
- One of my superpowers overlaps perfectly with a superpower of the 1st Mate, so that together we were able to easily do a thing that neither of us could have done on our own.
- Watching (or: watering, new favorite verb) the Watch at Stompopolis every day. The most magical place in the world and I get to write there.
- The first Y.E.A.R.book ebook for the Year of Emptying & Replenishing is just over 200 pages, and we’re about to send it out. It might be the thing I love most of everything I have ever written ever. It is filled with some of the most astonishing things that I never meant to write out loud and am so very thrilled that I did.
- Watching the movie Hook with Replacement Agent E.
- The gorgeous incredibly bad-ass knife in the movie Hook, which provided the inspiration and the solution for a
problemmystery I’d been investigating at work! Very fortuitous. - Henry, the schmoooiest dog in the world.
- A postcard from my marvelous uncle Svevo, my favorite person in the world, announcing his upcoming visit to Hoppy House and thus to me. Much rejoicing over this.
- The code name Piemaker Whoosh Bins. Not just a spy, but also a gnome! And, surprisingly, not a Fake Band Of The Week.
- The discovery that when I am wearing a fuzzy blue boa that looks like it is made from muppets, everything else is more attractive to me.
- Nicholas (Nick of the Nicknames) has been calling me Hover-Bounce 1 all week. If you know me at all in real life, you know that this is a very, very suitable name for me.
- A visit to the Oracle. Ohmygod.
- Wishing someone wildly sweet dreams is a wildly sweet thing to do, I think. At least, that is how I felt being on the receiving end of this wish
- Being Bond Girl. Feeling into what it is like to trust adventure, to learn about the secret holiness of glamour.
- Bond Girl is having me do all these things that are not in character for me — well, they feel very comfortable for me-from-ten-years-ago and also for her, and I am loving it. Last night I went to a punk rock concert, by myself, stayed out late, had the time of my life. She’s great.
- This is the bio of one of the bands I saw: “VAJ sounds like Iggy Pop having sex with Gene Simmons while Kim Gordon watches.” Obviously, I love them.
WHAM BOOM! Operations completed this week:
The phrase Whoosh Ha Mastodon Boom is secret agent code that means: this op is done, baby! It is often shortened to WHAM boom.
Mission: Paper Airplanes and Marigolds Wham boom!
Readying Mysterious Package For Its Merry Way Wham boom!
Mysterious Package Now On Its Merry Way Wham boom!
Operation Onceover. Wham boom!
Operation Kugelpunkte (hahaha). Wham boom!
The Initial Handing Over for the Y.E.A.R.book. Wham boom!
Operation Tiny Sparks Instead Of Stagnation Wham boom!
Operation Process Reconfiguration: Pirates Into Spies: Phase I and Phase II. Wham boom!
A big complicated Red Rose Missive Wham boom!
Whoosh Ha Mastodon Boom! Wham Boom! Wham Boom!
You may also shout (or whisper) other joyous words if you like.
Superpowers!
A superpower I had this week…
Unexpectedly having the exact right thing to wear for an unexpected occasion.
And a superpower I want next week.
Smiling at the mysteries.
Just for fun
Image via Pulp-o-mizer, which is the best.
A pulp magazine cover generator is one of those things you didn’t realize you needed until you were aware of its existence. Yay. Thanks, Kiersi.
Proxy of the week.
I’m Agent Providence. From Providence, Rhode Island. I’m into provision/s.
Typos of the week, freudian or otherwise.
Love you, autocorrect. You speak a creepy truth.
- Southease instead of southeast! Southease. This is the best.
- “People are flying in from as DDR as Australia. ”
The ahem, former DDR is not in Australia, my dear well-meaning phone.. That was supposed to be “as far away from”, no idea what happened there. - “Thugs look better in the morning.” Things. Things look better. Though maybe these are both true.
- Saturfday. SATURFDAY! My new favorite day.
- And this one is from my playmate, I actually have no idea at all what the original intent was: “You’re drinking a clown.”
Salve of the week. Yours if you want it.
This salve is a force field salve, my favorite.
Just smelling it instantly gives you glowingly beautiful boundaries that only allow in what is peaceful, sweet, sovereign and supportive of harmonious you-ness. Applying it directly results in soothing of everything needing soothing. It also works simultaneously through time/space on all the versions of you and on past/future pain.
These salves can’t be seen, but the production factory has delivered enough to me to distribute by way of the magic of the internet, so help yourself. There is enough.
Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!
Background. Ez and I make up bands. Stu (retired Bolshevik-fearing voice-to-text software) once invented hanging out at the Meme Beach House“. It’s just one guy.
This week’s band, with a kiss to Chloe and Reebs, is:
The Noisy Vorps
Spy band! Total spy band.
It’s extra funny that they have noisy in the name because they’re actually really quiet, because they’re spies.
Sometimes they call themselves the Nosy Vorps. That is funny too. Then everyone laughs! But quietly. Shhhhhhh.
Though, of course, it’s really just one guy.
Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.
Picture me wearing that crazy hat…
Monster. Coloring. Book. Seriously, get it. It comes with a manual. This is so helpful. I recommend.
That’s it for me …
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We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. And we don’t give advice (unless people specifically ask for it).
Wishing you a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come.
Shabbat shalom.
p.s. It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — join in whenever (or not) and it’s no big deal.
Follow
Oh, week. I have been mad at you, but I can feel you now, trying to kiss and make up. Okay. I’m open to that.
What worked: Force fielding. (Oh, and Havi, thank you for the Salve of the Week, which I am applying right now.)
Next time: I want to be more present with myself during my artist date. This week’s was unusually blah and dissociated. Maybe daylight savings jetlag did have something to do with it. Anyway, at the very least, if this happens again, I want to be more present with my lack of presence, if that makes sense.
Hard:
–Someone very close to me started throwing shoes. At bedtime. Again. Yeesh.
–The Wizard’s job-hunting has been even more of a roller-coaster this week. Good news! Bad news! Or is it good/bad news? We think we know what’s going to happen! No, wait, now we’re not sure at all. Huh?
Good:
–Positive movement on the Wizard’s job-hunting front is still positive movement, even if it isn’t as conclusive as I would wish. Positive movement! I dance with you!
–Library books. Wonderful things.
–My force field keeps getting stronger. My ability to deflect other people’s crap keeps growing.
–This time, the shoe-thrower made a conscious, caring effort to help create a relaxed environment afterwards, so that I wouldn’t spend the rest of the night lying wide-awake and agitated. I am noticing that things keep getting better on his end, too. This is a very good thing.
–Red hair! And a secret stash of henna to help me keep it that way, even while trips to the hair stylist are not in the budget.
–Support, and plenty of it.
What worked this week:
Remembering that I had Let Go and I continued to let it be Let Go Of.
The magic of doing what I wanted.
Next week I might”
Do more of what I want.
Being open to new experiences.
Remembering old dreams.
Superpower I had this week:
Using What I Know
Superpower I want next week:
Knowing What I Want and How to Get It
The Challenges:
Not investigating whether someone I care about is doing stupid stuff that he doesn’t want me to know about.
Not wallowing in the sad and scary.
When the homeopathic drops seemed to stop working.
The Delights:
That there were delights.
When the drops seemed to be working, before they seemed to stop.
Anagrams with Small Urchin. We’re going to call my mom “Deb” but we aren’t saying why. (Hysterical giggles.)
Hanging out at my favorite hangout, once with my favorite person in the whole entire world, once with a friend, and once by myself.
Project Duarte — ideas just springing up wherever I go — is it Spring at last?
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Love the Pulp-o-mizer.
I was exiting the site and this came up:
“The Pulp-o-mizer encourages you NOT to look behind you.
It was probably nothing.
Everyone says they don’t exist anymore.”
Isn’t that reassuring?
What worked?
* stepping away from [t]
* saving the carrot water
* my blue wrap as headcover
What might I try?
* getting back to yoga?
* cutting an old sarong into hair-wraps?
* an extra tablespoon of grease?
Challenging/vexing:
* unexpected death
* dealing with mouse droppings. Ew.
* my shoulds vs. toxic aspects of social media. The epiphany that it’s not unlike mentally skinny-dipping with my monsters. EEK.
* what I want is not in sync with what I feel I can afford to spend. Yet.
Delightful:
* sold a poem!
* feeling stronger and more confident on the bike! (and even missing it when a flat took it out of commission for a couple of days)
* my tire-fixing sweetie!
* I happened to get to the hospital 15 minutes before my shift. That was enough time to sip a cup of coffee and browse through the copy of Travel & Leisure someone had left on the breakroom table. There was a really delightful article about the Lee Bros. of Charleston in there — about how they were dragged to a fancy restaurant at age 11 and resisted the experience until they were introduced to creme brulee — and how they fell so in love with that dessert that they then proceeded to make it for themselves when their parents were next out of the house. I have just checked their first book out of the library, and they will be in my town next month. *excited*
* seeing lots of turtles during today’s hike
Superpowahs in da haus: waiting for what I want. waiting out what I want.
Superpowah wanted: memorization mojo, Scutmonkey edition
Warm wishes and flowers to all who wants ’em.
Saaaaaaalve.
(also, Latin for hello, now that I type it. Salve, salve.)
Thankee kindly, applying a thick layer of force field salve now. Muuuuch needed.
Chick- chick- chicken away!
Stuff that worked:
+ Just keep plugging away. Not fun, not easy, but it got me this far.
+ Taking the hub’s advice and getting an air purifier already. 15 minutes and I already feel better.
Next time…
+ MOAR DANCING. Definitely moar dancing.
I love this new metaphor – The Mysterious:
– Wrong thing to say at the wrong time. Have an overdue date with the Monster of “What the hell were you thinking?”
– How did I get so way over-booked, and how can I further get out of it again? Giving me a first-hand view of “how do things fall through the cracks for my clients?”
– Trees sexing it up in my nose and eyeballs.
– Goldfish mode. Too much to do most days this week, and no energy left at the end of the day for the interesting stuff. And because of that, no writing, no thinking.
The Thoroughly Delightful:
+ I’ve been getting my water quota more days this week. Feels so good to not be thirsty.
+ Found an entire website devoted to ways to teach young children about philosophy. Looking forward to subverting my young niece and nephew as soon as they grok conversation.
+ New glasses make seeing things way more comfy. And cute, too!
+ Having the near-argument on Tuesday behind me feels very good. And before long, I’ll be able to laugh about it.
+ The hubs started his first full-time, permanent position in over 4 years this week. And there was much rejoicing. Or would have been if we weren’t both so exhausted.
+ As much as I really don’t have time to do classwork on top of full-time job and home stuff, I LOVE my two philosophy classes. And this last week in one was about time travel, which was lots of fun, especially when the professor teaching it appeared on camera in steampunk garb.
+ As much as I grumble about Descartes, I’m pleased to have finally read that whole “I think, therefore I am” deal. Check that off my bucket list 🙂
Magical Squirrel Powers:
This week: Energizer bunny, just keeps going and going and goi-
Next week: The +2 Wand of Time Slowing
Weird Week, but eye opening too.
What worked –
Going with the flow and keeping going anyway.
The Challenging –
Adjustment blues
SAD
loneliness
anxiety
Girls night out w/ beer and gluten
Feeling like an outsider.
Tribal mind
Disconnection from old community
The Delightful –
Knowing I blasted out of that craptastic apartment finally.
Nature and all her friends
The QUIET around here
Much cleaner air.
Found more books.
Movies in HD – free cable for a while!
Good movies.
Stuart Wilde and all his wisdom
Still doing my practice
Thank you, I will use the salve. Been working on “ignore, and then go do something else.” I guess it is a salve in a way.
Realizing my imposed solitude in the lap of luxury has its value and I need to value it.
Superpower need for next week:
Creative solitude. It is time to make the time for art. This is the perfect space to play. I won’t mind more loneliness if only it is productive, then maybe it will just be creative solitude.
Perhaps your phone was just thinking “as Dance Dance Revolution as Australia.” I’m sure there’s some awesome DDR players Down Under!
Happy Saturfday all!
Oh, I am loving the Pulp-O-Mizer. Anticipating playfulness.
What worked:
Legitimacy for all the feelings! Especially the ones involving being pissed off.
Remembering to ask myself, if this possibly PMT-induced rather than an actual reflection of reality when under intense monster attack.
Also remembering that there are times to engage with monsters, and there are times to distract myself with activities that I enjoy – and then doing so.
Following my intuition, even when it was a bit scary.
What I might try differently next time:
Asking for massage for my sore shoulder sooner rather than later.
The mysterious:
Sore sore ouchy shoulder.
OMG-levels of PMT. Remembering why I used hormonal contraception for 11 years even when I didn’t need to contraception part.
Period pain also seems to have made a comeback.
Houseguest hangover.
I was really hoping that spring would’ve arrived by now.
Looking at the weather forecast for the next 10 days. Bah!
Nearly melting my coat/setting on fire while I was wearing it, and the subsequent smell.
Walking into a room when people thought I was out of the building, and the person facing me making desperate facial gestures at the person she was talking to and then everyone stopping talking. Awkward. Also hello, stuff.
Realising, for the nth time, about how having a certain person in my life is not good for me. Wanting to be done with this already. (Again.)
The good, delightful + generally awesome
My kitties! Epic kitty snugglies and admiration.
Taking myself to bed with tea, a book, my feline companion and some painkillers when the period pain reared its head.
Ideas! So many of them, and now I get to play with bringing them into the world.
Snow was pretty. Something satisfying about sitting drinking tea looking at the garden all snowy.
Made an absolutely spiffing batch of cheese scones. Nom nom nom.
Work stuffs going well – managing my own projects and seeing stuff working.
People coming and asking me if I might do something simillar for them, and being not going into all my stuff. Woot!
Huge epiphanies and moments of clarity, feeling so much fear-distortion-shouldiness falling away.
Also, thanks for the salve! *Rubs in it, exhales*
Cheers, Chickeneers!
Is this what a “normal” week feels like? No crazy deadlines and ample time for everything.
Plus the sun! 70 degree days full of sunshine!
Challenges
– knowing I might hear back about X at anytime, and I there is an equal chance I’ll like the news and dislike the news
– the time change
Yays
– lunch with a good friend
– sunshine
– mini yin yoga practices at home all week
– not being rushed
Hulloooo Hallay Chickeneers.
I have been away.
But am back today … slipping in on another Snowy Saturfday 😉
Oh how I love to come here.
Oh how I love the thought stated above, Havi – about
“staying with the essence” Yes yes yesssssss.
Thank you.
And for the salve… the salve… the salve…
thank-ye true!
YAY on the poem sold, Mechaieh – flowers for you.
And more flowers – for all who desire them!
The week of me…a week of weak, I fear.
What worked?
Taking time to write a blog post about something that really REALLY moved me and was on my mind all last week. And to do this, I actually put other… more externally motivated things aside…let them wait…. this was so the right thing to do.
Next time I might…
You know what I really wish? I really wish that next time I might catch myself beating up on myself sooner and just stop. oh why can’t I stop? Frack.
How is it that I can know know know know the power of just saying, way to go, girl and letting myself be happy for a FEW minutes about a job well done, like that one blog post that doesn’t make me CRINGE. I know know know that I should let that good feeling sink in but as soon as I start to… all I hear is …. you need to get to work … get to work… get to work on this or that and the other thing too!
oof me.
The hard… Yes the Mysterious… I like that:
– the above self hatred self whipping silliness
– tooth pain – all week
– anti-biotic weirdness in my body since Wednesday
– the cold the cold the cold the never bloody ending cold up here.
The good… most delightful and delish:
+ my sweet raggedy man feeding me soup and love as I lay on the couch in agony and/or and medicated fog.
+ that I still managed to do some stuff (like my writing hours) – even if I did miss 2 days due to…SUCKAGE.
+ that, yes, the NIP continues to unfold in fun and surprisingly magic ways. Even in this funky pain funk.
+ a day of talk and laughter with friends to close the week. Thank you thank you snowy friends for making the trek to the shaky shack.
+ this. coming back to this, today. Thanks for this space and for being such great company.
WHAM BOOM! Operations completed this week:
(I can’t seem to get the STRIKETHROUGH to work on here – as I can’t seem to format at all -oop)
+ a trip South with my Love BOOKED – no take backs no eraseys!
+ a trip West (Alone) BOOKED – for a Retreat with my Fierce and Lovely Rough Writers.
+ Dentist called, seen, medicine going in and follow up booked.
and…
+ Classes caught up to … almost…. ha ha
Superpowers!
I didn’t feel that I had any superpower this week…
but wait…
I did.
I had the power of … keeping on. Keeping on. Keeping on.
And a superpower I want next week.
Just… Kindness, please.
Kindness to myself.
Keeping on…Keeping up… but kindly.
Yes.
And.. the day moves on…
Onward all.
go easy ~p
Hello and cluck!
What worked this week: Conducting, compassing, sticking things in the room. Investigating How Long Things Take. frex: Keeping watch, an hour per week, not “too long to do weekly”. De -fragging the TubRoom: 90 minutes, not “omg all freaking day” Very instructive. The superpower of Nothng is Wrong, and Filling the Well.
Next time: more ocnducting, Flailing, more movement (daily?). More Entry and Exit
the suck:
-soooo not feelng the secret holiness of glamor, so not feeling like Natasha. feh this is related to [that].
-the kids and the constant constant fucking bckerng
-hitting introvert critical this week, where too much contact wth EVERYONE meant i had to have NO Contact with ANYONE.
-persistent low energy
-more debt on that card than i would like
-really vulnerable talk about Scary project.
the sparkle:
-despite not feleing Natasha-ish, there’s stil more pleasure and puppy-ness. Slowly dawning on me that these are not the same goal. hmmmm
-taking a mental health day to cope with introvert-overload. thank t past-me who worked all day wednesday to mke it possible for me to call in on thursday without worry
-despite really trying to honor my word, knowing i needed that day and taking it. permisson, amnsty, ease and gentleness
-mapMaking is a pain n the butt but really yeilds up useful stuff
-omg such love! an amazing gift in the mail!!! feeling loved and supported and i cried and cried. thanks to those you made it possible!
-first 70 degree day, first flower, first nght without the furnace. right on time.
– a weekend without stuff in it
-turning a really challenging night and doing my NewMoon rtual anyway. good work, still revealing itself.
Real flowers for Stumpopolis!
Thank you. <3
Spending my Saturfday with Kim Gordon, dipped in coconut oil and smelling like vegan desserts. She told me what her day rate would be for that whole Gene Simmons thing, not a bad gig! Well . . .
My week:
Dairy, get out of my show
Other things, like bone broth come to the front row
Internet and TV on after 9pm you can get out of my show too.
Psychic revision is back and fractal flowering, what is going on, this one thing is taking soooooo long but then all this other stuff is hello hello
And also on Saturfday, here, I got like a wikileaks volume feed from future me. Apparently she has made peace with the VA past. And a zillion other fake false starts.
And I walked the Melissae style figure 8s in the pool (not proxy) and psychic revision fractal flower made the slow thing seem easier
Everything in the house is driving me nuts and I feel ready to clean it out now now now
Also: patriarchal anti testimonial, boring editorial standards just got totally thrown out of my show and the old wives tales are now filling all the front rows. That was kinda the fractal flower.
Superpower I had: psychic revision, the feed, M.E.A.H.
Superpower I want: Speedy Delivery
Scattering seeds for the chickens!
Ugh, this week. Lots of hard, lots of stuck, lots of ludicrous fear popcorn. Actually, it was really only a few things, but they did a LOT of damage. Namely:
• One of my pieces of artwork was plagiarized in a really extensive, widespread, icky and godawful-ugly way, over 75 times, by the same un-mensch-like person.
• I then had to take legal steps to defend my copyright, which brought up all kinds of my stuff and many, many monsters. Also took up many, many hours.
• I revealed plans for my Tiny Sweet Thing to someone in my innermost circle, and asked for an opinion. What I received instead was a lot of Monster Talk, Heaped Doubts, Shoulds, and a few perceived Shoes. Not fun, and lots of triggers resulting in Is-Now-the-Same-as-Then? fears.
• Too much, all around. Too many things on the list, too many deadlines, etc., and not enough recovery time. Almost zero exit or entry, and very little time for the Tiny Sweet Thing.
Still a fair number of good things, though:
• The Tiny Sweet Thing! Oh, its future is so bright!
• Revealing the Tiny Sweet Thing to two others in the inner circle, and receiving absolutely wonderful, supportive, enthusiastic, sparkly feedback and cheerings-on. Remembering that This is Right.
• Being an instrumental part of a client’s own Tiny Sweet Thing, which will be revealed to the public next week. Sneak peeks are already getting rave reviews, so yay!
• Finding courage and bringing in Kung-Fu Me to sweep in and save the day with the copyright infringement thing. She knew just what to do, and she did it.
• The copyright thing was resolved (at least as far as I can tell), and super quickly. I found support where I need it!
• Resonance. In naming, in pricing, in my work, everywhere. Further proof that my superpower this week was:
Trusting My Instincts. Yee haw!
Superpowers I’d like next week: Ease in Transitions. Whispering the Secret Directions. And invoking the Wham-Boom!
Wishing a good week and many superpowers to you all!
Oh, I like challenges, mysteries and delights!
The Mysterious Challenges:
Lonely. The seeping kind. The sad kind. The un-coupled kind where you don’t know what to do next.
Comparing myself to my friends, or to where I wish I was, and not knowing how to get there. Feeling always a few steps behind.
Too much internet and TV.
The Delights:
A very fun 5K, the first anniversary of my first one, so much better than last year.
A quiet night at home, with sushi and just a little wine which had me waking up glad instead of “ugh why did I eat so much rice and drink so much wine.”
Making a plan to shut off computer all afternoon. To take computer free days. To feel and be here.
An afternoon all for me.
The hard:
Someone doing something that I find incredibly rude. Rude is the word that springs to mind, but it is way worse than rude. It is barging through all my boundaries. It is disrespecting my intimate space. It is so incredibly invasive and disrespectful I don’t even know how to describe it.
So, yeah. Hard.
Also, thesis. Possible doom.
The good:
Spring. Flowers blooming. Air fragrant. Everything feels slightly and wonderfully different.
Writing. Whenever I’m not writing, it feels super hard, but whenever I am writing, it feels great.
Watched a really great movie. Normally I wouldn’t list movies as something special that happened, but this one feels special.
Getting a reminder that time and the universe is working behind the scenes making everything as it should be.
@Pam: thank you!
*buries nose in flowers, inhales appreciatively*