Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
Still weirded out that I managed to pull of a non-emergency-breakdown vacation. One that’s actually supposed to happen while it’s happening.
Planned! What’s that about?
Go me, for being an adult. Kind of.
The hard stuff
Making a huge, horrible, stupid mistake that totally didn’t need to be made.
And then the resulting confusion, agony and shame of that.
It was a fairly straightforward administrative mix-up (fall-out from the First Mate switcheroo last month, combined with an oversight on my part).
Except that the consequences were big and our shopping cart charged people money who weren’t expecting to be charged at that time.
Everyone was amazingly understanding about the whole thing and my new First Mate was incredibly speedy at getting it all sorted, but I felt absolutely terrible about it.
Being crazy busy.
Interrupted sleep stuff.
Combined with the time change thing, which always throws me into kind of a mini-jetlag stupor and just generally gets on my nerves.
Stupid St. Patrick’s Day.
Well, stupid me for trying to start my Non-Emergency Vacation on St. Patrick’s Day.
And for staying at a hotel named for an Irishman.
Between the obnoxious kids, the obnoxious drunks, the obnoxious (and tall!) leprechauns and all the noise, it was a long, annoying night and a tired, cranky, not-loving-vacation me.
My monsters had strong opinions.
Particularly, they were tearing into me about not going to SXSW and all the opportunities I was missing.
And how I’m selfish and irresponsible for neglecting my business just because I’m highly-sensitive and a big baby.
Luckily they tripped up and used the phrase “you’re leaving money on the table”, which is something I would never say, not in a million years. So then I knew for sure that it was my monsters and not me.
And I talked them down. But yeah. They had a lot to say this week.
The good stuff
Not being impressed by shoes.
Some people said some pretty crappy stuff to me this week.
But somehow the shoe-throwing didn’t hurt.
I could see the shoes. See them being thrown. But they weren’t landing.
It was weird and great.
In the Schwung.
Absolutely massive amounts of Getting Stuff Done.
I went into crazed production mode and wrote two ebooks from start to finish.
And finished my brand new Monster Coloring Book project (details coming soon).
That would normally be about three months of work. So it kind of blew me away.
Thank you, Dance of Shiva. Yet again you deliver the putting-me-in-the-zone goods. Amazing.
Realizing that not having gone to SXSW was really fortunate.
Because all that stuff I got done?
Never would have happened.
And now I’d be in recovery mode instead of on vacation. So yeah, that was a good decision. My monsters are looking bashful now. It’s kind of cute.
This is a Steve Krug thing. He talks about how people in your business are constantly rating you in a mostly unconscious way, based on their experiences with you.
When you screw up, you lose points. When you do stuff right, you gain.
He’s talking in terms of website design (for example, sending people to a link that doesn’t exist puts you into negative mensch points). But it applies to the entire experience of how someone interacts with what you do.
Anyway. With our big screw-up this week, I was really really glad to have been building up mensch points with my people for such a long time.
Because even though we messed up in this huge way, everyone was so great about it.
Which means (to me) that we’ve been doing most things right. And that means a lot to me.
I got a flower! From a boy!
Okay, so he was about seven. And shy.
And it was a dandelion.
But still. So sweet. Spring! Being accosted by (extremely) young men on the street and given flowers! Totally counts. I haven’t lost it.
And … playing live at the meme beach house!
Yes, that’s a Stuism too.
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.”
Terrible Mustachioed Rhubarbarians.
But it’s really just one guy.
This is actually from when I started going crazy at a workshop (not mine) where people were coming up with the worst book titles in the history of the world, but they didn’t know how supremely awful their ideas were.
And I had to distract myself with Terrible Mustachioed band names to keep from saying something out loud:
- Terrible Mustachioed Frank and the Two Timers
- Terrible Mustachioed Lemon Bark Pie
- Terrible Mustachioed Monkey Slugs
- Terrible Mustachioed Fairy Horned Mustardized Jam
- Terrible Mustachioed Pink The Rebellion
- Terrible Mustachioed Dancing Figurines
- Terrible Mustachioed Turtlenecks
- Terrible Mustachioed Fruitfloops Loops
- Terrible Mustachioed Stranger In A Rocking Chair
Luckily, all of these bands are just one guy.
That’s it for me …
And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.
Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?
And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend. And a happy week to come.
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