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.
I refuse to believe that it’s Friday.
How could it possibly be Friday? It was just Sunday.
But fine, we’ll pretend an entire week went by while I wasn’t looking. Or maybe the Chicken will provide — embarrassingly obvious — clews to what was happening while I wasn’t looking.
The hard stuff
I got taken down this week with a virus that mopped the floor with me.
Every part of my body aches.
It’s been pretty miserable. Also: worst timing ever.
Moments of Panicking. (But… is it just one guy?)
Mostly because the virus was making me a little crazy.
But also because launching a giant new Playground and a shop and a studio and a treatment center all at the same time without nearly enough help is really, really, really hard.
Actually, I think the above two are more related than I’d thought.
I just realized that I’m going through some good old Ludicrous Fear Popcorn that now will be like then, and that this will somehow end up like the year of mysterious chronic not-being-able-to-move.
Reminding myself: now is not then.
I didn’t have the same superpowers then. I didn’t know things that I know now.
Okay, let’s make a safe room for me-from-then. I will work through this over the weekend. Thanks, Chicken.
Opening Stompopolis could really use a five person staff. At least.
But there are only two of us.
And we already have jobs, because a busy online business doesn’t run itself.
Goodbye, goodbye, Bobbi the Greek.
I’m pretty sure no one ever called Bobbi the Greek a good dog.
But he was loyal and loving and curious and effusive and full of doggy essence.
I loved him and I’m very sad.
Walking in the woods at my uncle’s won’t be the same.
The good stuff
Twosie is my best, best, best friend.
He is pink and purple and has enormous eyes.
Sometimes he makes squeaky sounds but mostly he just looks at you.
He holds my hand when I don’t feel well, and his paws are unbelievably soft.
The Day of Doing.
There was one day this week where I managed to get a lot done, despite everything.
And that was a big deal.
Help from my mentor.
Encouragement from the Floop!
I get so much done at the Floating Playground, but also there is so much lovely support and encouragement when you ask for it.
Feeling very grateful for the Floop, and for things that happen while Flooping.
Still getting lots of good things from last week’s amazing-est Rally (Rally!) ever.
It’s all landing.
Amazing stories that I wish I could tell you!
At the end of Rally, I taught a quickie class on how to magic your way through airports.
That wasn’t the verb I used because, you know.
But it describes the feeling and the effect.
Anyway, THE MOST EXTRAORDINARY things happened to the Rallions in airports and on the plane on their way back home.
Hey, at least I got to do a lot of sleeping.
Lots and lots and lots of sleeping.
That was most of my week, actually.
And I might be sick, but I’m gorgeous.
Very happy with this new post-Rally hair color.
And then I found extremely great zebra-striped pants.
All is good.
The fun part of the Chickening happens here.
Tabstravaganza! Or: what’s Havi been up to with all those open Firefox tabs?
- Amy wrote beautifully about the quality of Impatience (who has an awesome roller derby name and has a photographic memory). Also get Amy to tarot-magic your inbox.
- Janet found peacefulness at the aquarium.
- I’ve been listening to You Could Do Better Than Me by Oh No Theodore because Sarah Beth told me to. This was the song of the week.
From the archives.
Some old, weirdly pertinent posts that I don’t remember having written, encountered while looking for something else:
Playing live at the meme beach house — it’s the Fake Band of the Week!
Background? Ez and I make up bands. Stu (retired Bolshevik-fearing voice-to-text software) once translated “people will hate me and be jealous” to “they’ll hang out at my Meme Beach House“. It’s just one guy.
This week’s band is LOUD. And awesome.
Filters of Distortion
Though, of course, as it turns out…. it’s really just one guy.
Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.
Picture me wearing that crazy hat…
We have TWO Stowawayship scholarship ships (ship!) available for the June Rally.
This is highly unusual. Jump on it if you can.
Coming to Rally means playing at the Playground Caboose *and* a full pass to the new (gigantic and incredible) Playground too. Extra Refueling Stations! More costumes!
And VERY important:
Rally prices go up in June.
That’s in a couple weeks, apparently. And given that time has been moving weirdly fast lately, I suspect that June might be here sooner than expected.
That’s it for me …
Join my Friday ritual in the comments if you feel like it. Or call silent retreat!
We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. And we don’t give advice (unless people specifically ask for it).
Wishing you a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come.
p.s. It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — join in whenever (or not) and it’s no big deal.