Friday chickenBecause 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.

Oh, look. We’re almost at a whole year of Friday Chickens.

Which means that I’m sure to space out completely next week and not celebrate it at all.

So I need you guys to remind me. Stupid rituals. Grumble grumble. No, I love the chicken. It weirds me out that anyone reads it, but yeah, the chicken. It makes everything better.

The hard stuff

Feeling anxious.

Weird dreams. Vague worries.

Not cool.

Wondering what on earth I’m going to post about next week.

My plan for the “I’ll be away teaching at a writer’s retreat for over a week” was to write some posts ahead of time for the blog.


Now it’s here and I’m about to get on a plane and of course I have nothing. Bubkes.

I will most likely end up posting some journal notes from my latest mini-project, which has been working through some of the exercises in Barbara Sher’s book Wishcraft.

Or …

Who knows?

But it’s kind of been stressing me out. I don’t want advice on this, just sympathy. So please don’t say “just don’t post — you’re on vacation!” or “guest posts!” or whatever because I’m not so into that.

A horrifically long list of Things To Do.

And it’s actually worse than that because now it’s a horrifically long list of Things To Do That Will Not Be Done Until I Get Back.

Gah! Stupid lists!

Separation anxiety.

About to go six whole days without my gentleman friend. Aaaaaaaaaagh. Poor me.

I don’t want to talk about it.

The good stuff

My people rock.

Teaching is really fun when cool, interesting people show up.

Had a blast at the Habits Detective teleclass this week (a freebie thing that I do twice a year).

Great people (and about a hundred and fifty of them). Thoughtful questions. Good times.

Thanks, guys!

Summer in Portland.

Admittedly, it is way too hot for comfort.

But fresh blueberries and raspberries!

Dinner in the garden with Denise and her gentleman friend and the Hoppy House clan and also spectacular amounts of food.

Lots of help (and some really great helper mice).

There was sort of an unfair amount of hard this week.

But I also got a lot of really great help.

A genius coaching session from Carolyn about “being steady in my creative power” (yes, we’re huge hippies), a terrific massage, an amazing session from Hiro.

Plus Janet taught a class on mindful time management for my Kitchen Table program and I got all sorts of good stuff from that to work with.

Oh, the helper mice. They help. They really do.

Headed for Taos. Whooooo!

So in case you still have no idea what I’ve been talking about all chicken long, I’ll be teaching all next week at Jen Louden’s fabulous Writer’s Retreat.

Jen is a phenomenal teacher. It is such an honor to be joining her there. Plus writer me gets a chance to work on her scribblings.

Plus we will be destuckifying like crazy and I’ll be making mad Shivanauts of everyone there. Rock. On.

Basically, I am looking forward to every single part of this retreat and have been for ages.

Well, except for the missing-my-gentleman-friend part but he is going to come out and visit me in the middle and then fly back with me, so that works out too.

And … new at the meme beach house!

Yes, that’s a Stuism too.

My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names from things we happen to be talking about … and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”

This week at the meme beach house it’s:

Punk By Association

Me: “He wasn’t really a punk. The people who he hung out with were though. So it’s more like … punk by association.”
Ez: “PBA? I love that band.”
Me: “Uh … it’s just one guy.”


And … STUISMS of the week.

Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who delights in torturing me misunderstanding me. I can’t stand him.

Stu wasn’t that funny this week. Which is a good sign because it means either a. he’s actually working for a change or b. that I’m not using him as much.

A bit of both, actually.

Anyway, the gems from this week, including Stu’s acetyl Freudian slips.

  • Joe’s kind on Stoddard instead of “just kind of stuttered”
  • under a lap on instead of “Andrey Lappa”
  • as sin as I fined instead of “as soon as I find”
  • Have fun hashed eggs are instead of “how fun hashtags are”

That’s it for me …

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

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

And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend. And a happy week to come.