Friday chickenIn 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.

It’s Friday? It’s Friday!

Okay. I’ll go along with this Friday thing.

Let’s do it. What happened this week?

The hard stuff

A few seriously unproductive days.

I loathe the word “productive”.

But I am also not a fan of the Great Slump that took over a large part of this week.

Blech.

Difficult decisions.

And not being even slightly motivated to make them.

Sneaky sneaky sneaky HSP.

So I know that crowds set off my highly sensitive person stuff (all the boxes on that page are checked), and I made a conscious choice/experiment to go to the Timbers match anyway.

And I prepared myself. I spent several hours working on my force field, planning my exit strategies and working on things that would keep me feeling calm, stable and grounded.

So here’s the good part the amazing part: it worked!

I was one hundred percent absolutely fine. No freak-outs. No panic attacks. Fine. Nothing short of miraculous.

So I was feeling pretty good about this, and then on the super crowded train going home, I saw a little kid getting squeezed in the crowd and that’s when it all fell apart.

We made it through. No tears. And I got the kid a seat and he was all smiles again. But oh, is there anything more disheartening than thinking you’re safely through the hard and then finding yourself right in the middle of it?

Oh oh oh oh oh..

Please send warm, loving wishes for health and healing to Buster Posey.

The banner.

Okay, this is a mix of hard and good because the banner got found (yay!).

But the gorgeous Shiva Nata sponsor banner that hangs at the roller derby bouts was missing for the past few bouts and I was miss sadface mouse.

Especially since I’ve been doing all this internal work about getting ready to do more shivanautical work with athletes. It seemed to my monsters like a bad sign.

Tee hee! Sign! Banner sign!

The good stuff

Dancing every day!

Yes, dance.

So very good.

I made it through the entire football match!

And enjoyed every minute of it.

I mean, I knew I’d enjoy the match. Was just worried about noise/stress levels and proximity of people. But I prepared and it worked.

That’s a big deal.

Pulling out of last week’s funk.

Not out of the forest but not hating the forest either.

It’s always a good sign when I start mangling my metaphors.

A marvelous weekend of roller derby.

So many good things!

First the Wheels of Justice beat Texas. Yes!

Then I did a hilarious and challenging Shiva Nata warm-up for the team I sponsor.

And yeah, they lost but they SHOWED UP and looked great and didn’t lose by two hundred points, which is awesome because it’s pretty much all new skaters this year and it’s a weird rebuilding year and so on.

Plus GNR had an entire section of loud happy fans, which was a lovely change. And I (picture!) wore my pink wig. As threatened here.

Svevo is coming!

My favorite uncle will be visiting Hoppy House this weekend and maybe into the week, and I am overjoyed.

There will be long conversations, long walks, long naps, homemade bread and sitting in the rocking chair or on the swings.

And all will be good. Because it just is. That is what it’s like being with Svevo.

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:

Hot Cross and the Buntings

They’re playing in town all week. Except it’s really just one guy.

Stuff I’m reading or thinking about this week:

How to break up, according to these fourteen films.

This excellent interview with Rettig To Rumble, who — as it turns out — is hilarious and charming in addition to being awesome, beautiful and terrifying.

How much I love J.J., who sent me (and the Playground) the most wonderful magnets in the world.

Excellent Shiva Nata post from Rose.

I am madly in love with this cat, who is a ninja and a shivanaut, apparently.

And do not click on this incredible site of television tropes (like the Department of Redundancy Department) unless you have a lot of time on your hands because it is Delightful Rabbit Hole City in there.

Wait, how was that not our band of the week? I have no idea. I’m sure Delightful Rabbit Hole City has some good tunes.

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.