In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of ritual and self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
The hard stuff
Stupid being-allergic-to-vacation. So unfair.
I tried a mini-mini vacation to make up for the last one. Nice try. The hotel had a fire drill.
Then they were tearing up the floor of the room down the hall and I couldn’t write, which was the whole point of disappearing. Argh.
And then I have to grumble about being invisible.
Admittedly I like my privacy more than most people, but it was like nobody could see me this week. And not in the good, invisibility cloak way.
People kept bumping into me, tripping over me, not hearing questions. Really bizarre. And on repeat.
Lots and lots of phone calls.
You know how much I dread phone calls, right?
I want seventeen billion sparklepoints for all the phone calls I made. And yes, using secret code words.
So much to do!
Too many projects. Too many things up in the air. Too many decisions.
Lots to write about and not in the mood.
Pesach is coming and I’m not ready.
Not even slightly ready.
There’s only one place in Portland that even has any variety of legit food, and it’s way, way on the other end of town, and we got ridiculously lost, as we do every single year (tradition!).
Plus we’re rallying the Rally on Monday, so I don’t even know when the crazed spring cleaning part of getting ready for the holiday is going to happen.
And no farfel. Again! Whole wheat farfel only. Seriously. That is so very wrong.
Panic and trauma.
First I freaked out on a bus.
Not because I thought it was going to blow up, though I do think that every time I’m on a bus, because spending a third of my life in Israel trained me in ways that run too deep. There was just way too much crazy on that bus, and I couldn’t deal with not knowing if things were safe or not.
And then an actual exploding sound while I was recording some audio left me panicking and in tears. Life. Yes. Back to the Emergency Calm recordings, the existence of which I am always relieved to remember.
Well done, me-from-then.
Every single part of my body is sore right now.
But that’s really both hard and good. We danced the hell out of this week, didn’t we?
The good stuff
Stomp bounce whee!
I think had more aerobic activity this week than in the past six years.
And it was crazy fun.
Spring: it has so totally completely sprung.
Ohmylord it is so gorgeous. Outrageously so.
The entire city is exploding in color, and every tree and flowering bush in the area is all, look at meeeeee!
I love them all.
Magnolia, dogwoods, cherry blossoms.
It’s so fragrant that you almost pass out from joy every time you walk under a tree, and then you have to stop and commune with it, and you look like a weirdo but everyone else is doing the same thing because it is a glorrrrrrrrious day.
The sun is happy. Everyone is happy. The garden is happy. Spring!
Massive progress on things that hadn’t been progressing.
A ridiculous amount of work got done this week on a number of stalled projects.
The Stone Skipping cards are done.
The Shiva Nata iPhone app is so much closer to done, and it is seriously great. I am in awe.
Progress on the Playground website. And we launched the fabulous new forum at the Shivanautica Secret Lab. Yay Shivanauts!
These are all projects that had been somewhat stalled (not the fault of anyone or anything, just delayed by technical stuff or time issues). It feels so good to have had a week where things moved forward.
I can’t even tell you how much I needed this. It was a ton of work, and a huge relief to have it done. Loooooong exhale.
My lovely Tea House session with Dave where we did all that noticing.
A highlight of my week, for sure.
Discovered a delightful place to have dinner.
Actually I’d already known about this place, but didn’t know how much I would love it. Love!
My beloved skaters finally won a bout. And there was much rejoicing.
And they had a win! Not in the league. With a thrown-together mix of skaters from Washington, calling themselves Overbeaters Anonymous.
But a legitimate win. And enormous improvement on so many levels. So exciting! Can’t wait to have the team come to the Playground so I can put them through some bad-ass shivanautical extreme coordination training.
Gearing up for the Rally (Rally!) and excited to hang out with everyone and projectize up a storm.
I could use some epiphanies right now, so the timing for this is genius.
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.”
This week’s band is brought to you by @TheVDI.
I’m not sure but I think they’re kind of loud.
Welcome, Fake Band Of The Week. I’m happy to give the floor to….
Catch their show this weekend if you get a chance. Did you know… it’s actually just one guy.
And some of the lovely things I read this week.
This wonderful piece from Briana called I want to know everything. It’s beautiful.
On opening night jitters. This is really good. Not just for derby girls.
And I can’t even tell you how much I love this guest post from Elizabeth the Bee on 101 ways to do Shiva Nata. Oh, the ways! Brilliant.
That’s it for me …
And of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments if you feel like it.
Yes? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?
And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.
p.s. It’s okay if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — you can join in whenever (or not) and it’s no big deal.