Hard:
Big blow-up fight with C where he yelled that he just doesn’t understand some of my depressive reactions. Well, yes! And he should thank God for that! Geez..

What should have been a 20-minute drive to my brother’s wedding rehearsal ended up taking an hour, and we missed everything. Oh, and I was the first person to walk out on the big day.

Karoeke at the wedding… C misspoke pretty badly, assuring me that he only “cringed” at one point in my song. Cringed?!?!

Failing miserably at NaNoWriMo. Also at Thank-you notes.

Bro’s wedding was completely different from mine, which, awesome, especially since theirs reflected them and ours reflected us. Except… given that, if people had more fun at ours, does that mean they like him more? Hot button! Huge stuck!

Took C to Otts, this nursery that has a sort-of mountain out front entirely covered in flowers, the top of which provides a gorgeous view of the foliage. Except we went a week too late, and the flowers were dead and the foliage, gone.

Good:
C acknowleged that hey, 7 years of dating, most of which was long-distace? We’ve *earned* (both financially and emotionally) the right to be a little impractical with our next move.

Next move? Oh, yeah — C got a job! Yay!

My brother got married! And his new wife is awesome! And her sister’s fiance declared my husband his new BFF! Yay for, uh… in-laws-in-law-in-law?

C is really stepping up with the thank-yous.

C acknowleged that Otts is likely awesome in season and agreed to come back. Then we went to Merrimead Farm, saw the giant pig, and got farm-fresh ice cream. Yum!
.-= Laura G´s last post … In which I seek a Blogging Buddy (a personal ad). =-.

The hard:
– the ribs still hurt
– the scooters are slowly coming out of the shop, so extra bills are looming.
– the hippie husband is in between clients, so he’s rattling around the house and we’re temporarily down to one income.
– I’m working with an established client but it’s a different team and adjusting to new processes and communication styles is extra hard when I’m weary. I start questioning my ability to do my job and worry they think I suck.

The good:
+ the ribs are healing
+ the procrastination recordings are helping me through the weary days
+ the hippie husband is doing lots of cleaning around the house, which is super nice to come home to after a long day’s work.
+ the project I’m working on is for a great cause and it pays the same as the boring ones. It’s a super complex site and will be cool when it’s all done.
+ my birthday is this week – and the number is the answer to life, the universe, and everything. That’s gotta be good, right?

Hard – got myself out of something (work-related) that wasn’t working, and was stressed about leaving the other person in a lurch. Feared a backlash/argument/ugly discussion.

Good – The blowback never came. Nothing. No response. Which totally validated that I was right to move along.

New friends. Some ease at work.

Havi, glad you had (partially) easy flights. I used to fly a lot and had some special travel luck. I’d either get the lone empty row on the plane or bus, or I’d have the obese binge drinker overflowing into my space. Much more often, it was the good kind of luck! Here’s to much more of that for you.
.-= Sandra´s last post … The Irritable Bowel Syndrome fairy =-.

The hard: Moving in three days now. Aargh.

The good: My mum’s here. So much help. Also, I found a butt-kicking partner.

Love to you all.
.-= Willie Hewes´s last post … Looking for a Butt-kicking Partner =-.

It’s been quite the week over here…

The hard:
- Learning that when the wind blows hard enough that the rain falls *horizontally*, one of our doors doesn’t do a good job at all keeping the water outside. It leaked under the ground floor’s floor and through the basement ceiling, right into my office space.
- Having to spend a whole lot of time shopping for a new door and generally organizing that surprise renovation.
- The timing on that was extremely bad, as it meant that I couldn’t do what I needed to do to get ready to leave for a little getaway with my gentleman friend. Ok, that was actually work stuff for him, so he had to leave anyways, and I stayed home.
- The whole thing exhausted me and left me feeling very uncentered for most of the week.

The good:
- My gentleman friend has been wonderful through this all, and Mom has been a huge help too.
- I got some work done; it was for someone else, but still, it was good to see that I could do a chunk of work during such a chaotic week. Now to get to the point where I can work on *my* thing…
- I’m slowly finding my groove again.

The funny:
- I kind of predicted the mini-flood thing on Twitter. It happened on Halloween night, and mere minutes before the water started coming in, I tweeted this: “Gusts of wind in the chimney, heavy rain on my office window. I feel like I’m in a haunted manor where something is about to happen…”
.-= Josiane´s last post … Noticing – the dragonfly edition =-.

I’m stunned it’s Friday, extremely grateful and also a little crazed.

Much like your clothes falling apart, my life implodes, explodes and otherwise goes splat when I’m close to a big transition. I started the week with the flu (part deux.) Stressed through a kitty emergency mid-week that is still resolving. I’m tending my exhaustion while also Knowing I must get myself ready to travel to Arizona next week for a meditation retreat.

This is not a peace and rest and say Om retreat. It’s Tibetan practice at it’s most profound and powerful. I know if I can only get myself there it will be extraordinary. Not because I have expectations (as much as it sounds like that) just because I know the power of the work.

I feel like I’m getting both pushed and emptied out in preparation. So, my good is my hard and my hard is my good.

While you’re waiting for Stu: My #stilldoesn’thaveanamethatsticks said “starts the day with a joke” instead of “starts the day with yoga” It made perfect sense to me. made me think of Shiva Nata. Made me think of you.
.-= Mahala Mazerov´s last post … The Dalai Lama on Waking Up:Getting Out of Bed on the Way to Enlightenment =-.

Hard:
-I have a cold this week, too.
-My voice is ragged and raw. This happens every time I get a cold, it’s just part of the process. I tell myself this, and yet every time, there comes a point when I get frustrated and sad and scared about it. What if this time, my voice never really heals? What if I can never sing again? And then it comes back, it always comes back, but what if it doesn’t this time? (I think I may feel a VPA coming on…)

Good:
+There were several times this week when I got angry, and instead of either swallowing my anger or falling to pieces, I stayed (mostly) calm and used Non-Violent Communication! It worked! Even in the one situation where I was afraid it wouldn’t work but had to try anyway, it worked.
+Lots of good parenting moments this week.
+Even though I hadn’t really felt ready for it, I ended up having a nice Halloween. I donned my witchy garb, and realized that for me, the pointy hat is a powerful symbol of sovereignty!
.-= spiralsongkat´s last post … We can’t do it all…or can we? =-.

the hard:
Restless nights of sleep that coincided with the very full moon. Even Benadryl didn’t work to keep me out all night.

Benadryl hangover.

Incipient sore throat all week.

Missing my uncle this week (his birthday was the 1st) my Gran (died on November 3 2000) and my uncle Kyle (died a year ago yesterday)

the good:
I received my next to last acceptance email for Annie Modesitt’s upcoming 1000 Hats book; now the publisher just has to ok all of the hats.

I am at 14,008 words with my NaNoWriMo and having the time of my life.

Dance of Shiva done to Steve Martin’s “King Tut”

Actual sunshine during a November day. Two days even. Not sure whether that or the Vitamin D3 I’ve been taking are working at keeping SAD at bay.

Sending you all virtual hugs and wishes for a great weekend!
.-= Andi´s last post … Painting, A Love Story =-.

The Hard
- Tooth still aches, but it is fading somewhat
- Friend going through bad family stuff and there’s really no way for me to help
- Not enough sleep this week, that DST thing really knocked me off center and some other early commitments are just keeping me messed up
- Completely lost track of productivity schedule yesterday and today
- Beloved hobby is being poopy this week, and I’m feeling very discouraged and lost. What will I do if I’m not doing that? Bleh
- Not doing NaNoWriMo or AEDM or anything this year, and feeling left out and a little bit lost

The Good
+ Got paid! From several clients this week, and it’s awesome
+ Ordered something for my biz I’ve been putting off for a while, a photo kit to help with Etsy stuff
+ My art site is coming together! I really need to write up the commissions page and just launch the thing, then keep adding art on a regular basis until I run out and have to make more. Heh.
+ Talked to my biggest client about making my services work better for them (aside from the perpetual, well if you could just work for pennies and table scraps issue, heh) and feel like the answer was helpful and doable
+ Was crazy productive Mon & Tues, making up a bit for the lack of it later in the week
+ Had a few new prospect contacts
+ Very pleased with the progress on Big Illustration Project, just wish it was coming a bit faster
+ Sorted out a bunch of art & found some awesome forgotten art supplies
+ Warm cuddly kittehs are warm and cuddly and a bit less barfy, or so I tell myself
.-= Amy Crook´s last post … Wow, That’s a Lotta Art =-.

The hard:
Sick, since Tuesday. Getting sicker, if possible, rather than improving (and I even went to the dr, ugh). Possibly my fault as I think what was needed along with meds was rest – and I am working while sick.
Pup is sickly too.

The good:
A loaf of fresh home-made bread from a neighbor – goes very well with my counter full of cans of soup.
Yin yoga.
I tried my search again and Google found me a massage therapist who does myofascial release – I’ve been wanting to try it (I have a theory). Yay! Cannot wait. (I googled it a few months ago and only found people in Eugene.)
A Dr./Sister who has useful insights for furry ones too.
Sun, glorious glorious sun.
Found the funniest blog post ever.
.-= elizabeth´s last post … it felt love =-.