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.
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.
The hard stuff
Somehow all the projects I am in excitement about were all wanting love and attention at the exact same time.
And I got a bit shaken up.
Not getting to walk as much as I’d like.
It was either too hot or too something or too many deadlines.
We meandered some, my duck and I. But not enough walking-walking. Movement. I get cranky when I don’t get it. We know this. But sometimes it still gets forgotten.
In the “I am a complete idiot” department ….
Apparently we sent out our letter announcing the Week of Biggification … with the wrong dates in the copy.
So it looked like six days when it’s actually EIGHT days (November 3-10).
And even though I have been living and breathing these dates since January, still managed to not get that right.
Oh, and then apparently we sent a faulty link too. Lovely. And I didn’t want to do the annoying biggifier thing of “Oh, wrong link, now I’m emailing you AGAIN.”
Though I still might have to fix that.
Gah. Jackie was teaching Shiva Nata in Japan this month, and I forgot to look at my List of Things To Announce, and didn’t announce it.
It sucks. Sorry, everyone in Japan.
Also, I feel terrible about this. But not terrible enough to, you know, change my behaviour or anything.
I was at a cafe on Sunday afternoon, doing some decorating of hats, and computerizing with earplugs in.
A band came to play. They didn’t suck. I kind of liked them. But I had writing to do so I kept my earplugs in.
Also, no one else was in the cafe. So Selma (my duck) and I were the only audience.
And they played a two hour set.
[Insert depressing memories of teaching Shiva Nata in Berkeley to a class of two, once upon a time.]
I wanted to do something to … I don’t know, acknowledge their existence. I also really wanted to cheer them up. And give them some marketing advice.
But in the end the easiest thing to do was type away with my earplugs in and do my thing. And then I felt bad about … everything. If they’d had a CD I would have bought it, but of course they didn’t. Anyway. Ugh. Sorry.
But a lot of negativity, jealousy, envy, resentment, etc being aimed at me this week.
The good stuff
The shoes didn’t land.
I could see them heading in my direction, but I couldn’t feel anything.
It was as if my force field is stronger than it used to be. Or more fabulous. Or both.
Because there was no pain involved. And no way that these particular shoes could reach me.
An outstanding shivanautical epiphany.
I was dancing out some patterns, and then two hours later … zing!
Problem-solved a huge challenge without even trying to. Love.
My uncle! Is visiting! All is good.
Svevo is here at Hoppy House, and therefore life is especially awesome.
We danced at the post office, ate artichokes in a variety of ways, went plum-hunting, played at the Playground, philosophized about work and creativity and play, and generally had a wonderful time.
Everything is better when he’s around.
First I spent an entire day with a client just working on her wishes.
We took two out of ten and whooshed them into being completely possible, do-able and on their way.
And then discovered that all the other wishes were actually sub-wishes of the first two, and that these were being taken care of too.
Then on Sunday I taught a class at the Kitchen Table on Advanced Wishing and Very Personal Ads — more of a practical, playful approach to figuring out how to be okay with wanting what you want, and then Taking Steps.
I don’t really know how to explain how much fun this is. But it just is.
After two years of the Bolivia post rattling around in my head, I finally wrote it.
And then somehow sidestepped my fears of the Pooblish button and put it to the world.
Thank you for being full of understanding. I completely appreciate this giant community of bright, kind, hilarious people willing to jump into my metaphor sandbox and play with me. Huge.
My gentleman friend made his unbelievable sourdough bread again with our Hoppy House yeasties.
And hummus. Lettuce from the garden and tomatoes from the farmers market.
Blackberries blackberrries blackberries. Plums from our neighbor.
Cider from our apples.
Bless this wonderful thing that is summer.
The Week of Biggification. Oh yes.
My wish for this week was to pooblish the HAT (Havi Announces a Thing) page.
The beautiful thing that is our Week of Biggification is now mostly public.
It’s also mostly full without me having to tell people about it.
Here is the link: http://fluentself.com/week-of-biggification-2010
And the schedule. I will tell you in a while about why I am so falling-over-excited about the content and the location. Big things.
And … playing live at the meme beach house it’s the Fake Band of the Week!
Yes, that’s a Stuism too.
My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”
This week’s band is extra great. I hope they play to an audience of more than one, because they deserve to go big.
Irresponsible Adult Supervision
Last I heard, it’s really just one guy. Hat tip to @soapboxcreation.
Stuff I enjoyed this this week.
And in non-Emmanuelle-related news …
God bless the Onion, especially for this: Texas Vows To Reclaim Title Of Most Regressive State From Arizona.
This wonderful post from Elizabeth about rethinking everything she thinks about Reiki. So much wise and kind in this.
“I like to think of it as a little flashlight that’s going through me, shining a light into dark and dusty and dim spaces and saying, ‘Oh, sweetie .. you really are ok. And if you’re interested, here’s something you might want to look at.’”
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 day and a restful weekend-ing.
And a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.