Stuff we talk about around here:Do we need to sacrifice a chicken here?
I sincerely hope not.
That would suck.
Especially since I’m a vegetarian. Especially since tomorrow is the Friday Chicken and I’m certainly not sacrificing that one.
Okay. This is not really a post.
This is really more just a sustained kvetching session about how wrong everything is going.
Normally I would save that for Friday but this week has been so completely challenging that I really can’t wait that long. Yes, I am aware that Friday is tomorrow.
Anyway, I’m not sure that complaining is going to help. But it’s less bloody than the animal sacrifice solution. And if it doesn’t appease the gods, at least it might make me feel better.
So. The Catalogue of Woes. Yes, woes. Woes that are not fair not fair not fair!
Also known as the list of things that are making me cry and run to the Angel Refueling Station.
Also known as …
The list of things going horribly wrong in my business this week.
One word leads to complicated, expensive, hair-tearing mix-up.
One. Word.
A one-word mistake made months ago by someone who doesn’t work for me anymore pretty much took over my entire week.
The person coordinating my workshops accidentally wrote one person’s name instead of another person’s name in my itinerary. But we didn’t realize that this had been the mistake because there was already so much confusion.
So first there was a conversation like this:
Famous person who I totally admire: “So … are you staying with me at my hotel in Santa Fe?”
Me (looking at my itinerary): “Uh … it looks like I’m staying with [another famous person who I totally admire] in Albuquerque.
First admired famous person: “Oh, so you changed the original plans and didn’t tell me?”
Me: “Ohmygod! I didn’t even know there were original plans. All I know is what my assistants put into my itinerary. Uh-oh?”
Note: I mention the famous thing not so you will be all impressed, but because it’s somehow scarier to have people I want to work with and biggify with feel upset with me.
Anyway, eventually we got it sorted. But it took a crazy amount of time to have my people figure out what happened and of course I am the one who pays for that time.
Which sets off my internal “you know, if I’m going to have an emotional breakdown anyway, I could do this myself and be just as stressed out but at least not be throwing money away” stuff. Pattern. Ugh.
Hosting mix-up.
My hosting for a bunch of sites almost didn’t get renewed because of a ridiculous internal misunderstanding.
Panic.
Impossibly complicated tech problems.
I’m pretty sure Mount Hood is in retrograde again.
Or, as my gentleman friend theorized:
Maybe Hoppy House is directly in the center of some kind of technology-snarling vortex?
Quite possible.
About a hundred things going wrong with my Kitchen Table forum environment. All at the same time.
None of which the tech person can solve. Heads are so going to roll.
And of course the whole thing is made infinitely more complicated by various (and nefarious) communication problems.
Too many people working for me. Systems need work.
Looking at this week, it kind of seems like this:
I pay person one to bring a problem to person two who takes it to person three who shrugs his shoulders and says he can’t do anything about it.
Then I wonder why my staff costs are so high.
Yes, you are right. This is a stupid way to do things.
Not even sure how to describe this one.
My new phone has a built-in answering machine.
Keep in mind that I never answer phones and I don’t even know the number of my office line.
I give everyone my Google Voice number (the one on my contact page) and that forwards to my cell, which I also never answer. Genius, I know.
Then one of my assistants lets me know if there’s a message that’s important that she can’t take care of on her own. That — may it never happen — never happens.
The only time I turn on the volume on my office phone and set it to actually receive calls is when I’m expecting a call related to an appointment.
Anyway …
This particular phone with its stupid built-in answering machine takes messages from random people calling wrong numbers. And then it blinks red which drives me crazy because I am highly sensitive.
And then I have to put things on it so I don’t have to see the flashing.
And now? It randomly spits out messages. As in, I am sitting at my desk (which is a chaise lounge, so I’m actually on it) and out of flipping nowhere it starts playing my messages.
My irrelevant, pointless, spamtastic, not-for-me-anyway wrong number messages.
At inappropriate times. Of course.
Aaaaaaaaaaagh.
PMS.
I’m almost positive the chicken-sacrificing thing definitely doesn’t help with this one.
But the hormones? Not. Helping.
Okay. I’m done with my list. For now. I think.
I will just say (because Selma is very clear about wanting me to mention this) that no ducks were harmed in the writing of this extra-complain-ey post.
Also no chickens.
Finding the re-set button?
Some days you (and yes, when I say you, I mean me) are just kind of out of synch with the world yourself.
And pretty much all you (we) can do is to stop doing, and — as my friend Michael says — wait until you can catch the next wave.
Some things I try to make the wave-catching happen a little sooner:
- take a nap (big, crazy resistance to this one, but it pretty much always helps).
- ten minutes of Shiva Nata wackiness.
- forty-five minutes of Non-Sucky Yoga (the first fifteen are iffy).
- remind myself that I’m allowed to feel upset, frustrated, annoyed and anxious.
- write a long list of everything that’s going horribly wrong.*
*I’m not sure that posting it on your blog is what you’re supposed to do with it, but oh well — I definitely feel better now.
Extra-special Comment Zen
You know what I would LOVE today?
Some empathy.
Some tut-tut-ing.
Some “ohmygosh that sucks!”
That would be pure bliss.
“Poor you” is also acceptable, as are internet hugs.
Here’s what I really cannot handle right now:
Please please please do not tell me that things aren’t really “wrong” and that they are exactly as they should be.**
**That may or may not be true, but right now they feel wrong and that’s where I am, so if you could just meet me there please.
And definitely no implying that I should be feeling grateful for all the stuff that is good in my life. Oh, and you know what? Let’s just say no advice at all and leave it at that. Thanks!
Also, using the word “learning experience” in a way that does not express understanding of the awful irony involved? Noooooooooooo! Hmmm. Maybe I am getting better at this being specific thing.
Thanks for being with me today.
havi
Aww poor thing. I know just how you feel. I wish you all the bliss I felt last night in my yoga class in your practice. *sigh* Yoga. Thanks for helping me get off my butt and do it by making it seem less scary.
Twitter: deromilly
HUUUGS! You poor thing. It’s awful when it seems like the whole world is working just to annoy you. Been in that head-space myself all too often over the last six months.
It sounds like you’re doing everything you can to catch that wave a little sooner. :)
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Twitter: _i_n_g_e_
Here it comes:
{{{{{hugs}}}}}
Twitter: HiroBoga
Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry. This sounds like a lot of snarly, difficult, awful stuff piling on you all at once.
Sending loads of love, empathy, and hugs.
Hiro
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Hoo boy, I’ve had those days. Sending you virtual hugs, flowers and herbal tea. Or –
We could just set something symbolic on fire and dance around the flames like druids hopped up on double caf lattes and Dove bars.
Or we could just eat some Dove bars. You’re vegetarian, not vegan, so they may not be on your no-no list?
Anyway, I’m sorry you’re having an extra sucky day.
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Twitter: SecretWormy
Cool! I can totally jump on the empathy wagon because hell – that sounds very, very sucky and gah! So hugs to you while you’re dealing with this and as far as I’m aware, if anyone’s allowed to say things are not 100% for them on their blog it’s a pirate queen.
So scary when things are all messed up in your life by other people, hard, hard, hard to deal with.
Oh goodness – more hugs for you, and a hot water bottle (if you need one) and a few furry cuddles from one of my kitties.
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Yyyesh! That really sucks! Especially when technology seems to turn against you. I’ve definitely had a share of weird techy snarls. So yeah, it sucks. :(
Lots of hugs from all of us though. :) Because we love you Havi! :D
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Twitter: fabeku
Ack. Blech. Ugh. And eeerrrggghhhh!
I’m really sorry about all the suck stuff. I can totally see why it might be tempting to grab the nearest chicken.
Internet hugs. A hand-knitted bag filled with empathy. And an unflinching willingness to guard at the door to your Angel Refueling Station to make sure obnoxious, malfunctioning, flashy phones don’t invade your space.
And more internet hugs for good measure.
Twitter: wildheartqueen
Oh Sweetie,
All that stuff sucks, sucks, sucks, sucks, SUCKS!!!! Screwed up communication with a biggified person who you totally respect? SO Hard! Made my skin crawl just reading about that!
ARRGGHHHH….. blinking, crazy making lights and answering machines that go off on their own… with irrelevant non messages…… just completely BAD and WRONG!!
Miscommunication…. NO… NO !!!!
Unsolvable Technological Problems …… AIEEEEEEEEE! *Stomping, wailing and much cursing soundtrack*
And all of this followed by a Wacky Hormone Chaser?????? It’s Just Not FAIR!!!
Poor, poor you! Hope your nap helps…. Sending you the biggest hugs EVER!!!
Chris
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Twitter: williehewes
Sympathy forthcoming, but first: Hurray! It’s the Chicken come early! *weeps*
Oh, you poor thing. A phone that randomly starts talking nonsense at you? Really? I’m sorry, but I have to say, that’s almost funny in its perfect horror. Kind of like how having stitches removed by a blind nurse with no scissors is funny. Not really that funny in other words.
Also major sympathy with regards to the ‘upsetting admired internet famous person’ thing. I live in great fear of doing that. Because that’s horrible.
Also, internet hugs. I’m really not so much about the hugs, but, well, since I’m kind of blog-stalking you anyway (currently printing the newsletters at the start of your blog because they’re awesome) and you told Naomi I’m one of your favourites (which made me insanely happy btw), AND since you specifically asked for it, maybe it’ll be OK. Here goes:
*hug* I’m so sorry everything is miserable with you right now.
Haaah. That was cool. In fact, I now don’t feel quite so much need to chronicle everything that’s miserable with me at the moment; I can wait until tomorrow.
See you tomorrow, you poor soul.
*sneaks another hug*
Twitter: melyndahuskey
Ugh, ugh, ugh! Sometimes it really does seem that the Reign of the Machines is upon us. I’m so, so sorry!
Sometimes at our house when it’s a day like that, we sit down and read “Alexander’s Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day,” by Judith Viorst. Available in the children’s section of a library near you, and pretty entertaining, in a share-the-agony kind of way.
Sending thoughts of disentanglement, smoothness, and calm your way–like a well-ordered workbasket filled with balls of beautiful yarn.
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Eeewww, blech. No single one rad person should have to deal with that in one week.
So boooo technology snafu, booooo pms, booooooo one word mishap, YAY Havi.
And also, as I was reading I was thinking, gosh I wish there was some way I could help. And I bet there are LOTS of other people out there wishing the very same thing. So *help & light & smooth serenity* to you.
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Twitter: emilylime
oh poor havi! that sounds just terrible and yucky and no-fun and stuff-triggering and BLERG. poor you, indeed!
Havi–
That is just… poopy. What a yuck week for you! I’m glad to hear you’re running to (hiding in?) your refueling station. With that much yuck and energy suck, refueling is good…. mandatory even.
PS. Thank you for your blog comment. It really means a ton that you took the time in this busy/crazy/crappy week of yours to stop by. =)
quadrillion hugs and cups of tea as needed.
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Twitter: havi
Oh you guys are the best. No exaggeration. If I wasn’t already bragging (I was) that my readers are smarter and kinder and generally way cooler than everyone else’s, I will be now (I am).
Seriously, thank you for the up-cheering. It is so so perfectly timed. Mwah!
That sounds awful, Havi. Separately any of those would be hair-tearing enough, but to have it all happen at the same time – I can only imagine how you must feel.
I wish you only the best, and am sending all of the love and good thoughts that I can.
Twitter: lizgrandmaison
Oh, Havi! I’m so sorry about the major infestation of suckage. I hope you’re clear of miscommunicating tech gremlins on the hormone-tossed seas in very short order.
{Hugs}
And may I add that for modeling their answering machine on HAL from 2001, that manufacturer would top my list of sacrifice candidates? There, I just did. :-)
Havi,
Enjoy your honesty! Who is up 24/7?
Giulietta the Muse
Twitter: LucySweetman
Poor Havi, let the world offer you a bit of solace in exchange for all the good stuff you put out there.
Lucy x
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Oh, Havi. What a big, fat ball of yuck. I’m sorry you’re having all these difficulties. And the PMS on top of all that? That’s just adding insult to injury.
Mount Hood is in retrograde. That’s GOT to be it.
Sending you cyberhugs galore and wishing for the yuck to end post-haste!
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learning experience *tränen lach* großartig.
yes, {{{hugs}}} all around (you and Selma, because she’s undoubtedly also upset by your upset! :-) )
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Twitter: amysnotdeadyet
*internet hugs*
You poor thing — it sounds like it’s been quite a week! I hope your gremlins get bored and go away as soon as possible, hun. ♥
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Okay, that’s it. Everything that’s messing with Havi is on notice. You hear that, stuff-messing-with-Havi? ON NOTICE.
That should do it. :) If it doesn’t, try some stoat-fu.
*HUGS*
Twitter: WriterSarah
Oh Havi, yuck. I think there’s something in retrograde for sure. Weirdness and frustration has been abounding lately. I’m glad you wrote now, instead of waiting! Sending you love and hope and comfort and wishes for ease and resolution, and lots of soothing in the meantime.
Wanted to thank you for this post … your instructions about the comment section and what you needed made me realize that I had been a terribly unsympathetic friend this morning to one of my friends.
Inspired by you, I wrote my friend and told her I sucked, that I’d been harsh, and that I hadn’t met her where she was and that I was sorry. Then I started over and thought about where she was. And, wrote her an email from that place with the intention of wishing her ease and comfort and resolution, and lots of soothing in the meantime, too.
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Aw, man, gigantic yuk. Yuckorama, as my Little Dude likes to say.
Hope all the crappy stuff de-craps itself without a lot of work/brain damage/additional yuck on your part.
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Since I’ve only very recently learned that I do in fact enjoy hugs AND since this is my first post ever here AND since the answering machine thing would totally drive me nuts (seriously I bought a machine that has a flashing pale yellow light almost looks like firefly’s flashing in the night)
{{{{{{{{{{bearhug}}}}}}}}}} with an extra {{{squeeze}}} at the end.
Sorry if you couldn’t breathe there for a second.
Just as an FYI the phone is a Panasonic KX-TG2432 Digital.
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Twitter: havi
@Sonia – Yuckorama! That is fantastic.
@Nancy – STOAT-FU! I can’t even tell you how happy that made me. Stoat-fu stoat-fu stoat-fu. Because what good is ass-kicking without the stoat-fu? Also, thanks for putting the stuff-messing-with-me on notice. Appreciated!
Stoats versus gremlins? I’m voting for the stoats.
You guys are so great!
Owee…
Some hugs and virtual chicken soup (see, there had to be some sort of chicken sacrifice for people to feel better! )
“This to shall pass” usually helps me keep going. GL
Twitter: lizemmettmattox
I’ll just add my hugs to the pile.
The misbehaving machines remind me of my favorite line about them… ‘Technology is great, when it works” When it doesn’t… big pain in the tushie.
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Oh, honey. It always seems that bad stuff comes in groupings, doesn’t it? It certainly seems that way in my life, too.
So, here’s me in my corner of the internet sending you some major loooooovvveeee. Hugs for Havi!
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Twitter: jvaudreuil
Havi, when Jim Rohn talked about his Seasons of Life, it always made me feel better.
He reminded me that I’ll reap in the fall what I sow in the spring.
He reminded me that I can’t skip any of the seasons. Especially winter
He also reminded me that each season does end, and winters (like the one you’re in) end most gloriously. They end in spring. Spring is the time of opportunity and growth, when everything comes out and feels fresh again.
Life has sympathy for you: it will give you a spring season next. It will not keep you in winter forever.
All will be good again. Hopefully soon!
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So sorry bout all the yucktastic happenings, Havi! Sending lots of love, soft hugs, and soft, cool sheets to nap in.
xox
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To Havi and the loyal readers…
You might remember me from the other day – stuck about my thesis and being true to myself while I create and maintain my personal integrity. Guess what!! I’m UNSTUCK!!
With your encouragement and hugs, I sat face to face with my fog and pleaded with my helper figures to reveal themselves and HELP ME! I asked and they did. And it was scary and liberating and scary and invigorating and, yes… scary.
Long story short, here’s the magic my helpers and I cooked up. 1) I’ve ditched my thesis for a whole new project that is both interesting and relevant to MY work with the condition I won’t allow myself to wallow that I should have “manned up” and done this two years ago.
2) I’ve made a set of goals and paths for my small business that includes scary “out of my comfort zone” ideas that for the first time seem really doable AND fun.
3) I’ve promised my helpers not to be a stranger. They complained that they’ve been there the whole time just WAITING for me to let them do their work and feel worthwhile. Isn’t it amazing how people/things do their best work when we let them? :)
So, this isn’t really the “empathetic poor me” comment you asked for. However, I do hope the fact you are making a real difference to real people provides some comfort on this super-icky day. Thank you. (((((((HUGS)))))))))
Twitter: leannich
What a horrible concatenation of tribulations!
Can I say clusterf**k on your blog? (Or cl*sterf*ck, maybe? Or clstrfck? Anyway. That.)
Have some more hugs (if you’re not already hugged out), and I hope everything goes away and fixes itself pronto.
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Twitter: nataliapresent
Oh, *man* that really sucks!!!
I would have sacrificed humans by now (not only because I would have already sacrificed chickens, but because I wouldn’t–I’m vegan–and humans deserve it more, anyway).
I admire that you were able to get all that out and not use curse words! If I had written that it would be full of effings and “shit” and other types of uncouthness. Word.
So hugs to you and I hope all that crap goes away ASAP!!
Also, I take naps to get past crap quicker, too. Sometimes the crap lasts for daysss, but at least with napping they go by faster!
Also #2, I really freakin’ hate it when people call suffering a “learning experience.” And by the way, why do SO MANY damn people (even my ex-psychologist, ugh!!) say that? It’s irritating as f***. Now I’m getting all riled up.
My point is, lots of empathy your way. You are awesome. Things will improve soon.
*Virtual hugs*
You should sacrifice something chocolate. To your mouth.
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On the bright side, there have appeared many excellent synonyms for “crappy” in these comments. I liked Leah’s “yucktastic” a lot.
And echoing those who HATE the “learning experience” or “everything turns out for the best” comments. A surefire way to trigger my homicidal tendencies. Which are, let’s face it, not that buried in the best of cases.
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Twitter: annaline_39
I’m so sorry you’re having a sucky week. Sending you and Selma lots of love and hugs.
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What I love about this post is your relationship with phones because that’s me too.
A few weeks ago I ran into someone from high school who wanted to exchange numbers. I gave her mine, but then I felt compelled to explain if I didn’t get back to her right away, it wasn’t personal, I just don’t turn my cell on most days.
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Havi, I just had a similar goof not two hours after I wrote the earlier comment.
I have one of those mailboxes where I have things shipped (better than them languishing outside at my own home mailbox.)I don’t check it very often because I know my stuff is safe and sheltered there.
Anyway, toward the end of June, someone who I had wanted to make a good impression upon had offered to send me a DVD. I had forgotten about it, and July started marching through the days.
Then, I went to my mailbox place and found the long-awaiting DVD, which that very nice Biggification person had shipped promptly to me. Uh oh.
I had this sickening flash of, “oh geez … what have I done now?” It had been sitting there almost a month.
I did all I can do. I emailed her my thanks and added a condensed version of the above. Maybe that part was TMI. We’ll see how things work out.
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Twitter: shawnprojectsimplify.com
Sounds like you got last week’s full moon in Leo AND nutty solar flares nastiness a week late. Will it never stop?!
I’m sooooo loving all the people that so clearly love the bejeezes out of you and Selma. I add my hug to the mix.
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I was feeling pretty bad because I woke up to “Don’t Stop Believing” (Journey*shudder*) playing in my head and when I walked out to feed my many fishes, I stepped bare-footed into fresh cat puke. EwEwEw. And I can’t hop around in disgust because one of my ankles still doesn’t work. Oh, the slapstick that is my life.
I’m pretty convinced the technology vortex is a like a weather system moving north, because it was here two weeks ago and took out both our main computers. Gah! I hope it moves out of Hoppy House very quickly, like a Texas thunderstorm.
Short story long (because that’s how I roll…:-):
HUGS HUGS HUGS – with lots of empathy and a solid “poor you!”
-case
Tech stuff drives me around the bend, too. That’s what happens when your mind isn’t linear…
Hope it all evens out soon. Otherwise, we’re clearly going to have to pitch in and buy you a pony.
(I really like your friend’s “just wait to catch the next wave” saying. Very nice.) It reminded me of . . . a former long-distance correspondent of mine (a former customer), an elderly man who had been a pilot for most of his life. He was in his 80s, and still volunteered at the nearby aeronautics museum — how great is that? Anyway, he always signed off his letters by writing “Blue skies.” I always thought this was so lovely! So: here’s wishing you blue skies.
Twitter: creativevoyage
sounds horrible horrible day
much sympathy and frida the cat sends purrs
re the sacrifice chicken thing
I used so ‘sacrifice small mammals’ but then became friends with a vegan so now I just ‘annoy small mammals’ instead
eg go up to a fox and tell them that the colour they are wearing is ‘So Last Year’ its very annoying for the fox but they get to live…
Twitter: lucyviret
Oh sweetheart. What a horrible week. [epic massive hugs followed by more epic massive hugs plus TEA] Ow ow ow. Technology is evil sometimes, isn’t it? I hate when the gremlins come out to play and seem to be taking every opportunity they can find to fuck with you. It’s so annoying.
So are communication problems (UGH) and having to deal with stuff coming up from the past that you thought was at least in the past (double UGH).
Poor poor Havi. What a horrid week. Here, have more hugs and tea.
[hugs] [tea]
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Twitter: naominiles
Oh, I feel you. I handle a lot of technology related stuff and sometimes there are multiple client emergencies in a day. No fun for them or me either. I’d rather have my own stuff down than theirs, but that’s how it goes sometimes.
I am not a phone person either. I try to be, but it doesn’t work. Maybe one day.
Anyway, no advice from me, just empathy and hugs!! You’ve still got tomorrow and maybe it’ll be better. :)
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Twitter: havi
You guys!
@m – I must go immediately and find a fox to insult what he (she?) is wearing. That is way more mean/creative/clever than the whole sacrificial thing. Love it.
@amy – you totally cheered me up with your thesis story! I was wondering how that was going for you, so happy that you checked in. And so perfect because now I feel much better (as in, surely I do something other than whine all the time).
Twitter: CrazyOnYou
Big, big hugs and smooches to you hun! It doesn’t matter whether things are “big” or “important” to anybody else. If they’re stressing you out, they’re big and important to you.
Here’s a virtual blow-up clown for you to punch when you get frustrated. He’ll just keep smiling and bounce back up because THAT’S WHAT HE’S MADE FOR.
Sometimes I try to see if there’s a lesson I need to be learning from the things that happen, sometimes I can see that I’m gonna laugh about it later so I might as well start now, and sometimes the overwhelm is a great big tsunami wave thundering my way so the only thing I can do is paddle like crazy and prepare for an exciting surfing session. (Sometimes I cuss a blue streak until I run out of breath, words, or inspiration. Just sayin’…) Your mileage may vary.
(For the record, our last remaining vehicle threw one ball joint and broke an axle on the way to pickup up the youngest from summer school yesterday morning. The mechanic called about the other one and $1,200 later we have one running car and a rental, so we’re still going to see friends in their rental cabin in Tennessee.)
Just remember the old motto, “Whatever doesn’t kill you… is really, really irritating.”
Twitter: copylicious
Oh, I see you’ve got a hand-knitted bag filled with empathy from Fabeku there. Here, let me just stuff some more comfort coins in, and here is a tut-tut dispenser for ultra-fresh mood-breath. Very sorry about all of this…
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I am going to suggest my all-time favorite comfort song for when life feels like a mess: “Calling All Angels,” by Jane Siberry.
I was feeling totally raw recently. I was driving my daughter somewhere in the car, and she was about to plug in her iPod and start playing the mostly hideous songs she plays (about F-this, F-that, bitches, ‘hos, etc.). I told her I needed her to put on something soothing.
She thought a minute. “I know what you’ll like!” she beamed. I silently thought, “I wonder if she has ‘Calling All Angels’,” but then didn’t even ask, knowing she wouldn’t and not wanting to spoil her pleasure.
So of course, what song has she found for me? Ahhhhhhhh!
Havi
OK – I am fine with all the gone-wrong stuff. Sympathy. Hugs. (and one more, just cause). Really. Hugs and a cup of tea, and a small bowl of fresh raspberries and strawberries. And a special magic time-bending ticket to spend as much time as you need in your Angel Refueling Station without any time passing here (so you won’t have to worry that you are getting behind).
But Mount Hood – retrograde? Mount Hood’s not moving, at least not relative to you. Plate tectonics is pretty clear about that. OK – I’ll admit I’m being a little literal minded here. My only defense is decades of science classes (and two degrees in geology).
This comment probably hasn’t been very funny yet. And Mount Hood retrograde does get your point across in Havi-speak. I do understand. But I can’t help but feel like Mount Hood has been accused of wearing a color that is so “last year”. Maybe you have already “sacrificed that chicken” and insulted all the foxes on Mount Hood.
Here is my prayerful hope that all things in Havi-verse will be aligned tomorrow and everafter.
Meredith
PS: I have to put a photo in front of my iClockRadio in order to block the LED numbers. They are too bright to let me sleep well. (Just to let you know you have “sensitive flower” company.)
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Oops! Realized it might seem like I’m not following your instructions because I forgot to say this song (Calling All Angels) IS a biiiiig, generous, enveloping hug!
Oh Havi! That all just sucks and sucks some more. I’m sending you hugs, and hopes that things start turning right-side-up soon and quickly.
Twitter: katytafoya
No, please, let’s not sacrifice the Friday Chicken! Havi, it sucks that you seem to have so much going wrong this week. It really can throw a gal off. I think it must be in the stars as I’ve had some technological messes coming my way as well. Best of luck and enjoy upcoming trip to Santa Fe (it will blow your mind with its beauty and energy).
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ohhhhh…
I think all the little lights they put on things are meant to drive us mad, or sleep deprived. My electric toothbrush flashes blue like a possessed nightlight when it charges at night. The alarm clock oozes an olive green that someone may have one thought was reassuring, but ain’t. And the “smart” cell phone flashes this perky little red light whenever a new email or message comes in (I welcome the ~5:00 pm one, that’s usually Havi’s!)
There’s a time and a place for lights, and I find that more and more we’re putting light where they shouldn’t be, when they shouldn’t be.
If the lights aren’t enough, my home phone’s had an attraction with fax machines. It would silently ring sometime between 2 am and 6 am, and the answering machine would silently turn on, and that annoying fax beep would echo down the hallway, cause we have one of those phones that broadcast the message as we’re getting it. Got so I turned off the answering machine. Anyone wants to leave a message, they call our cells. The cells know when to shut up.
Trying to empathize as best I can. I don’t take on as much as you. But now, as I’m waiting to hear how Writer Havi marshals her helper mice to chew on the cords to all her miscreant machines, may I say: NAPS ROCK!
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Oh, honey. Yeah, sometimes life just sucks, and it really is unfair.
(hug)
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Wow, what a week you’re having! Sustained kvetching allowed, ’cause, well, it’s YOUR blog! I got the “learning experience” lecture from a coworker today. I was not amused and did not feel learned or experienced. :-(
SO – One of my dogs, JoJo, is a chocolate lab-mix-y kinda girl who was abused and abandoned by some horrible person (who I hope is suffering through personal plagues of biblical proportions). It took her a while to warm up to me, but now she love-love-loves me. When she gives me doggie hugs, she presses her whole body into me, like she can’t get close enough to me. It makes me think of that Tim McGraw lyric, “like ice cream melting, they embraced”. JoJo tries really hard to melt into me, and you know what? It’s the most wonderful, healing feeling. Her doggie hugs make both of us happy. So, here’s a hug from JoJo just for you: {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{HHHUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGG}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
I hope your week gets better!
Sherron
Twitter: LuminousHeart
Oh dear, poor thing, hugs, so sorry.
Here is a little story I hope will cheer you up…
SAINT Therese is walking home exhausted and hungry after a long day of caring for the poor. A wagon races by, one wheel hits a puddle and splashes cold, wet, muddy water all over her.
“G-d,” she cries out (they were on speaking terms)”What more do You want from me? Do I not care for those in need and express my unending devotion to You?”
“But Therese,” G-d is genuinely puzzled, “This is how I treat all my friends.”
Therese waves her fist to the heavens, “Maybe that is why You have so few friends!”
While you try to catch the wave, know that you are loved.
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I knew we shouldn’t have let you leave SF. It’s never sucky here. Ha ha. Sorry it’s been a bad week. Hugs and thanks again for a great workshop. (If you think of your week as starting Sunday, maybe it won’t be quite as totally sucky feeling..?)
oxoxox
I’m late to the party due to my surgery, but wanted to pop over to let you know that I hear ya…loud and clear, and really feel ya–on ALL of this. And if anything I have/am/know can somehow help you with some of it, just reach out.
♥
@Mahala, I love that story!
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Oh, I’m so sorry to hear about the rough week you’ve been having! It’s easy to empathize, because so much of what you’ve described is just the kind of thing that would send me diving under the covers for a while.
Here is my hope that you’ll find yourself on calmer seas very, very soon. In the meantime, I think cheese makes an excellent sacrifice — especially melted offerings, thought that’s just my opinion.
Twitter: MarkWSchumann
I think I’m the champion of wrong-number calls. My home/office/cell number is one easily-misdialed digit off from that of the main switchboard at Cleveland City Hall.
Fortunately, I’m an extreme extrovert:
“No sir, garbage pickup is not delayed by Halloween. Thank you for calling.”
“Yes, you can recycle styrofoam, just not for curbside pickup.”
“If you were born outside Cleveland but within Cuyahoga County, you can get the birth certificate from the County.”
And so on.
But that’s me. It would suck to get all those calls and not have my weird energy for talking to people. Havi, have you considered forwarding all your calls to me?
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Here’s a hummy hug (close your eyes and both hum the same soft, low pitch – very soothing)
skip the chicken – grab a tequila (with me)!
will be in portland August 1 – 13 teaching a yoga therapy training and at some point, I need my night off.
(yes, this yoga has said it now – a night to not be so yogi-ish.)
come join me!
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@Extra-Crispy Mark – I really, truly do want to forward all my calls to you!
That story reminded me of one apartment I had in Tel Aviv where the phone number was the same as a radio station in Jerusalem that for some reason never gave the area code with its number.
So people were CONSTANTLY calling in with song requests. And yeah, after a while we would just say “We’d be THRILLED to play that song for you” and then hang up. Sometimes we would even play the song …
@spiralsongkat – melted offerings! I LOVE that. I need to use that. Maybe it should be a fake band (The Melted Offerings?!).
Or maybe I should just have more cheese. Thank you. Yay!
@Soleil – PORTLAND! Awesome.
Twitter: Divina712
A little late, but here’s some love anyway. And you know what? Having to deal with PMS at the same time as all the other stuff? That puts it way past “unfair” into “actual persecution by The Universe”.
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I’m of course very very late (almost caught up, though!), but here’s for you anyways: {{{hug}}}. Of course I hope things are better by now, and this hug stands as a cherry topping off a delicious sundae. :)
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