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’m not sure at all how I feel about this week.
Just that it was really challenging for me, and I kept wanting to just run away and hide.
Which I would totally have done too, if I knew how.
But then it got better. Yay. Anyway, cheers to being done.
The hard stuff
This low background hum of anxious and not good.
Not the kind where it’s loud enough to really get to you, but it just chips away at things.
I’ve been feeling kind of mildly worried. Not about anything specific. Which is in itself… well, there you go, mildly worrisome.
Probably there are all sorts of good reasons for it, as there pretty much always are, but nothing especially obvious.
Ready for this to be done.
Could things please stop breaking?.
So we’re about to start the Shiva Nata teacher training.
And the heat didn’t get fixed in time because it turns out that the entire ancient heating vent at the Playground needs to be replaced.
Which means it needs to be brought in with a crane. And that can’t happen until a part gets ordered from the east coast. And that can’t happen until the weather out there clears up.
And the weather here, because they have to get up on the roof to install it.
So we have a million space heaters, which is taking up a) way too much space and b) all the outlets.
And (surprise!) shorting the circuit breakers. Oh, and the circuit breakers in the Playground apparently aren’t relevant — we need to wait until our neighbors are around so we can use their box.
And maybe they could also stop being so expensive too, because that would be nice.
We had to buy a massive amount of additional blankets for everyone coming to the lovely heat-deprived Playground. Plus new outlet thingies and extension cords.
This week was ridiculous.
Sales are down.
Yes, this is in part my doing because I haven’t been posting and I totally forget to tell people about stuff we’re doing. Stuff! We’re doing it!
But it’s weird. And depressing. February is usually a really good month for us. Adaptation grumbles.
The number of things I didn’t want to do this week was out of control
It’s iguana city over here.
Nothing to wear. Because I am six.
I was so out of sorts that the gentleman friend suggested we do something different.
Yay! Going somewhere! Dressing up! Booze!
But then it turned out that the neglected half of my closet which — in my head — is always full of all the gorgeous glamorous things that I never get a chance to wear…
…is actually full of stupid things that I look terrible in.
Pretty sure this is just my annual birthday crisis arriving early.
But it sucks.
The good stuff
Sun. Beautiful wonderful sun and its sunniness.
I took a WEEKEND last weekend.
For the second time in a row! Amazing.
It definitely is taking big bites out of the burnout. And even though I don’t get a weekend this weekend, I am taking that learning with me into everything I schedule from now on.
In unlikely Roller Derby news… Rat City lost to Montreal.
Well done, most awesome ladies in the world. I tip my hat to Montreal!
Even in a week of everything-sucks, at least I can be cheered up thinking about Seattle’s spectacularly embarrassing failure to win a bout that really probably should have been a sure thing.
It’s a small thing and I am a terrible person, but this definitely made me feel better.
See the video at the end, even though there isn’t skating in it. You’ll feel better too.
The Kitchen Table.
Watching my smart, creative, loving people help each other out in all sorts of beautiful ways.
It is so inspiring.
Love letter from Taylor.
It arrived just in time.
And if you haven’t ever gotten a love letter from Taylor, know that they are even better than they sound.
I really, really, really needed that.
It made me want to write love letters too. Except than when I love someone, I get all weird and start speaking in awkward, clipped sentences, so I’m pretty sure any love letter from me would probably just make the bewildered recipient feel baffled and uncomfortable.
Thank you, Taylor.
The day in which I miraculously found my way back into the zone and just fractal-flowered the hell out of everything.
Things got done. Things that didn’t have a chance at done got done. Also my hair looked great.
Hooray for Thursday because without that? This would be a messy, messy Friday.
Friends. And support.
So much help from Hiro.
A hilarious meeting with my Board of Surprisers, who all help me see what is working.
Looking forward to Maryann’s wonderful Society of the Secret Playdate (if you haven’t signed up yet, I am highly recommending this — be there!).
And hugely excited both about the Rally (Rally!) coming up this week and the one in March where Jillian will be doing blog photo shots for everyone. Yay!
I get to spend the next two days having epiphanies!
At the last Shiva Nata teacher training, I had so many moments of bing that my head nearly exploded.
In a really good way. It fueled so many good things. Also my arms got such a workout I was practically Suzy Hotrod hot.
Now I get to do this again. Today, tomorrow and Sunday. With twenty smart, fun, capable, talented people. And it is going to be incredible. I can’t even tell you how delighted I am.
And … playing live at the meme beach house it’s the Fake Band of the Week!
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.”
A very Portland band, of course. Eco-friendly and scruffy. You can see them all week while we’re on Rally. Except that it’s actually really just one guy.
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.