In 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. Hey, Friday. Good to see you. I’m getting better at remembering how this works. Slowly, slowly. Friday is picking up [...]

Zombie fog.

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

If it hadn’t been for the sandwich gnomes, I might have fallen apart completely.

This week absolutely zooooomed by.

I’m not even sure how that happened.

And it felt like a pretty good week after these past few extra-extra-challenging ones.

(And everyone breathes a sigh of IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME.)

Anyway, let’s do this. Let’s see what happened.

I am inordinately pleased about week ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY in a row.

That’s because past-me (hi, sweetie!) from a hundred chickens or so decided to create a blueprint for chickening.

And, as a joke, she named the blueprint template thing Friday Chicken #180. Because that seemed like a million years away.

So each week I pull out the blueprint and save it as the chicken of the week and fill in my hard and my good. And I change the number to the correct one and add a title (which is the hardest part of chickening).

But guess what? We’re here. Chicken #180. And I didn’t have to update the number. Though maybe now I’ll change the blueprint to 280.

I am away on my exiting adventure, and most of the hard and good in my week has to do with that.

So let’s see. The first Chicken of two thousand and twelve.

How are we doing so far?

Can’t you see my vision?!

This outrageously awesome thing is happening in my business, and my business partner cannot see how it is a good thing, when it is so clear that this new opportunity is overflowing with good.

I see it and trust it and know it and love it, and he can only see the darkness and fog of his imagination, and this is the MOST FRUSTRATING THING. Especially since you can’t make someone see something that you see. You can only meet them where they are.

To have this unbearably clear vision right in front of you and not be able to transmit or share its realness: I do not wish this on anyone.

Scholarship-ship sailings are embarking between now and this Sunday, January 1st. The scholarship is for a Rally (Rally!) in 2012. Except for January and April which have already sold out. Everything you need to know about the HMS Scholarship is on this page. Enter as you wish to be in it. xox

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 Playground calendar is here.

I actually cried when I saw the first one.

Tears of happy-delight and oh-the-cuteness, but also because it is the most beautiful, simple, glowing, play-filled physical thing that I have created.

I have been avoiding writing this week’s chicken.

I think it’s because I don’t want to remember the hard parts. There was a fair amount of hard.

Okay, permission to not have to name it all. I’ll chicken as a way to say: I am here.