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.
I’ve been sick all week, so I pretty much missed out on oh, everything as I wasn’t doing much and certainly wasn’t being especially mindful about the rest.
Mostly I was drinking tea and feeling sorry for myself, to be honest.
Let’s see …
The hard stuff
Being sick! Poor me!
Aside from not being able to work, it screws up everything else as well.
My staff and I were having technical issues up the wazoo with The Next Big Thing. And I wasn’t really able to keep up.
Anyway, 99% of what I do involves me thinking. And I can’t really do it when my head is filled with what feels like a mixture of clouds, cotton batting, dry leaves and goo.
The things I normally do that get me back in the swing of things (Shiva Nata, non-sucky yoga, meditating, writing) were also not working.
Well, let’s just say that I couldn’t stop blowing my nose long enough to do them, and probably wouldn’t have felt like it even if I could.
In fact, nothing was working.
As you know if you work with my products, I’m a big believer in what I call “multi-directional work” — using a variety of techniques simultaneously for better effects.
So if, for example, you have a cold, you could do like this:
On the physical level: drink fluids, take naps, give your face steam-baths.
On the energy level: breathing exercises, acupressure, reiki
On the emotional level: talking through emotional issues and themes that might be behind the illness.
On the mental level: same, only with journaling and much more systematically. Dance of Shiva FTW.
On the awareness/spiritual level: meditation, prayer, etc.
The idea is, one level might not be working for you, but as long as you combine you can get through it. I’ve never had this not work.
But this time it didn’t work. Which makes me think, okay, maybe this is just a week off and that’s that. So I’ve been enjoying the week off.
It might have been more fun if I’d had energy to do anything other than blow my nose and make pitiful groaning noises, but what the hell. A week off is a week off.
It has been snowing all week in Portland. Which is not what I signed up for.
Please don’t tell me you like snow or that it’s pretty or whatever. I do not care. I hate snow and you can’t make me like it.
Snow reminds me of the incredibly long, incredibly depressing winter I spent in Madison, Wisconsin — an otherwise lovely place — and how all of my skin reacted to the cold by peeling off. Like sunburn only under one’s clothes.
It reminds me of my childhood in Michigan. Going to school in the dark. Coming home in the dark. Cold and scared. Horrible.
It reminds me of being dirt poor in Berlin, with the coal heaters spitting out black smoke and not doing nearly enough to heat the one lonely apartment in an otherwise abandoned building.
Did I add that I was screaming-in-pain ill from an ear infection so disastrous and blood-and-gunk-gushingly gross that the doctor (an ear-nose-and-throat specialist) said she had never seen anything like it?
Don’t talk to me about snow.
As you might have guessed by this point, not crazy about snow. Also the streets were icy. Also I was sick.
So I haven’t left the house since Saturday. Even canceled my acupuncture for today so really, who knows if or when I will ever leave.
This might also be a contributing factor in my new identity as CrankyPants McGrumbleMuffin.
The good stuff
If one must be snowed in, at least it’s in Hoppy House!
If we were still at the old place and I hadn’t left in a week … I’d be clawing the walls right now and throwing the world’s biggest temper tantrum from within my strait jacket.
Luckily, Hoppy House is the perfect place to be trapped. I’ve barely even noticed.
As long as I can snuggle up by the fireplace, eating walnuts and feeling sorry for myself, how bad is it? Not that bad.
You guys rock.
On Friday I had the idea of throwing together a fun, interesting course based on our Blogging Therapy series.
Planned it Saturday. Wrote the post Sunday. Posted Monday. And by early Tuesday afternoon the class was already full.
I remember back when I used to write a regular noozletter. And how much work it was to announce something in a way that people would actually notice it.
And then all the time I’d spend writing promo emails to fill a class. And then all the agonizing over whether it was too much or too little. Ick.
This, if anything, is why this blogging thing is so genius. I didn’t have to sell this class. I didn’t have to promote it.
Wrote about it once. Referenced it once. Linked to it on Twitter once. Done.
One of the things I’m going to be teaching in my Next Big Thing is every single thing I know about what I think of as “hard-to-get marketing”.
In other words, how to demonstrate that what you do is appealing without saying that it’s appealing or going after people and trying to convince them that it’s appealing.
But really, the reason it all works is that you guys are bright, creative fun people and I like you. It just makes the whole thing easier.
So heartfelt thanks to the ten lovely people who grabbed their seats before the doors closed. And to everyone else who expressed interest. And to everyone who generously spread the word and shared their excitement. I adore you all madly.
Speaking of how cool you are …
Remember on Sunday when Kelly put up her personal ad here? Uh, stop sending her stuff!
But wow. It was amazing. She got over sixty responses — each one “thoughtful and delightful” — from the people who read this blog.
Yay. Thank you. I’ll talk more about this later, but for now, just know that you’re awesome.
I love teaching!
This weekend I got to be the “guest expert” person at Jennifer Hofmann‘s Inspired Home Office spa day thing.
And I taught a very silly Shiva Nata class (even though it got mostly snowed out). We were goofy and giddy and giggling, and had the New York Times photographer snapping shots right and left, but we all got some serious head-clearing done.
Fun fun fun.
Is this not the sweetest thing ever?
From one of my readers:
“I love reading your writing. It’s like having your heart put on a cushion and given a cup of tea.”
Oh, what a lovely thing to say. I mean, if one doesn’t take it literally. That would just be disturbing.
I love it.
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.