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.
Apparently it’s Friday.
That feels wrong, but the chicken never lies. So here we are. Friday!
The hard stuff
Tired and then napping and then missing half the day.
I don’t know what was going on, but man it must have been intense because I wanted to do nothing but sleep.
And half hour pick-me-up naps kept turning into four hour nap marathons.
That part was kind of nice while it was happening, but then you realize that the day is over and nothing is done, and you have to make peace with that and it turns out that I am not good at that.
Just fixed an entertaining typo — “marathorns” instead of marathons. Which tells you how I feel about marathons.
Monsters and walls and stucknesses. Lions and tigers and bears!.
Actually I lied, and I do know why I’ve been wanting to do nothing but sleep.
This week was all about the hard. I am in a serious growth period right now, and my monsters and I were in full-on negotiations, Camp David style.
Time-consuming, exhausting and painful.
Alas, no follow-through.
Last week’s amazing in-the-zone whoosh of getting things done left a bunch of loose ends that were going to all be neatly tied up this week.
But that didn’t happen.
And it took me a while to realize it wasn’t going to happen, and so I kept fighting and trying to nudge it into happening, when that’s not the way it works.
Insert ore monster-ey stuff there about how this is why projects are useless since you leave them half-finished, grumble grumble. And back to processing!
The never-ending phone calls of doom.
And instead of calls, I have secret spy missions to set up the next rendezvous and collect clues.
But this week there were about sixteen thousand of these. Sigh.
And it’s not like you feel better about anything when you’re done. Just momentary relief, followed by the realization that now you have to go to the dentist, and meet people and be nice.
Still disoriented. Calendar not helping.
Is it really truly almost May?!
How did that even happen? Oh, right. My ridiculously long Slump of Burnout. Got it.
The good stuff
Roller Derby + Shiva Nata = best thing in the entire world.
We did hard core body-brain coordination madness. There was much flailing, giggling and yelling.
We worked on blocking, hitting and sprinting, all without being on skates.
It was crazy and wonderful and I can’t wait to do it again.
I always make a ton of changes at the Playground between events, but this month has been the most fun.
We have been completely redoing the Toy Shop, and it is absolutely transformed.
A ton of work this week, but so worth it. I’m feeling really good about how this neglected space is becoming so magical and sparkly!
Butt monsters! We have butt monsters, people!
The butt monsters are the most-adored things at the Playground. Everyone wants one, and I am constantly being asked if I will sell them.
Except that I love the butt-monsters too much to part with them, and the woman who makes them had disappeared.
She came back! And now we have twenty squeezy and charming butt-monsters for sale in the shop. Get them fast because they are going to disappear.
Also, I am kind of half in love with all of them, and sitting on my hands not to buy them myself.
The Shiva Nata teacher training!
It’s not until September, but just looking at the people who have already signed up, it’s going to be a seriously fantastic mix of people.
Like at the last training, there are some people who have been shiva-ing it up for a while and some people who have no idea what it is and have never tried it, but know that this will be a crazy, wonderful thing so they’re coming. I love it.
Making lots of plans and generally having fun.
Speaking of, progress!
The re-re-recording of the audio for the Shiva Nata iPhone app went really well. Better than expected.
And I learned a secret which is that wearing a pink wig makes everything easier, and so from now on I’m just going to do that for everything.
Speaking of, epiphanies!
All the Shiva Nata baking my brain has resulted in some VERY big understandings, that are doing good things in my business.
There’s no way I would have been able to handle all the monster negotiations this week without the shivanautical insights, so that was really fortunate.
Tradition. I like it.
My friend Dana found me this week having dinner.
That’s because I was at my regular place on my regular day at the regular time in my regular seat drinking my regular drink and having my regular food.
And it just made me so happy that a) I have these lovely containers for my life, and b) that my friends come and find me in them.
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 makes me giggle.
The Florida Quease
Yes, well. I imagine it’s kind of a swingy country sound. And yes, it’s really just one guy.
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.