Wow. Stuff actually happened this week. Instead of zap crackle smurf hey it’s Friday again.

However, I have no idea what these things are. It’s a blur. Let us see.

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.
One hundred and eight of them.
Anyway. It’s Friday! Time to chicken.
Which, by the [...]

Also, the Rally being even more amazing than I thought it was going to be.

I am in awe of how much I got done.

And how great it all is.

This is an actual tweet from Jesse:

Q: You see a Queen, Flowers, Ziggy Stardust & Shiva’s Horns sitting in a circle & the Pirate Queen walks in…where are you? A: The Rally.

Yes. Moments of genius. Drag names. Superpowers. Spectacular and hilarious costumes. Hysterical giggling. And many a Victory Dance. I mean: WIKTORY!

Someone else described it as “ten thousand times more awesome than I’d imagined it would be, when I was already convinced that it was going to be incredible” — yeah, it was kind of like that.

My mind. It is reeling.

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.
Yes.
One hundred and six. Teen candles.
Also: it’s Friday. And it’s about time because [...]

Copper bells, 40s Hollywood-style lamps, pirates, trees, deep reds and oranges, dark wood, pre-school art, sparkliness but also very contemplative and meditative.

If you close your eyes, it feels deep and expansive, it feels like yoga, it feels like sanctuary.

It’s kind of like … Glam Pirate Zen.

Or, really, Glam Pirate Pre-School Zen.

Anyway, it’s awesome. And special. And it has its own way of being that is completely and utterly Playground-like.

Rally details.

We’re calling it Sally the Rally the First.

Or really, any variation on that.

When Harry the Dairy Met Sally the Rally the First.

Or When Rand McNally Saw Sally the Rally the First.

Or just Sally. Sally the Projectizing Rally.

So tired.

Still.

This week was supposed to be about recovery from teaching at the Writer’s Retreat all last week.

Recovery and rest and reintegration and other transition-ey things that begin with R.

And that happened, yes. But I was just wiped out for all of it. Really low energy.

Combine that with high altitude, high heat and wanting to do things but not being able to, and you have one cranky mouse me.

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.
Yeah, you kind of have to say the title out loud.
And then finish [...]

I spent a lot of time this week trying to discover (or remember) the word that describes the flavor of happy that I have been experiencing.

The word for that … teary welling-up. When you’re so ___________ to be alive and be here and be now that you could kiss every pebble and gaze adoringly at your own fingers and how wonderful they are.

It has gratitude in it, yes, but that’s not really the whole of it.

Bliss is close, but bliss has sadly gone in the direction of “I followed my bliss and became a therapist” or whatever, so it’s lost that essence.

That thing! That tingling, joyful thrum of anticipation and wonder.

I’ve decided to call it ELATION.

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.
Hahahahahahaha.
This week was such a freaking saga of things falling apart while being [...]