Friday chickenBecause 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.

Voice-to-text software is my salvation. It wrote 95% of yesterday’s extremely long post. Plus, talking to myself is fun.

Anyway, I’ll probably be giving an update at some point in the future about the best and worst of it. From the trials and tribulations to the yay, this has forever changed my life for the better bits.

In the meantime, it kind of features big this week. But yeah, some other stuff happened too. I think.

The hard stuff

Voice to text!

Seriously. There are so many commands to remember. Gah! And I’m still ridiculously inefficient at the editing part.

And it keeps writing acetyl when I want to say “asshat”.


Also, it thinks my name is Heidi.

Anyway, I still love it. It’s just that I also have some new grey hairs. Just saying.


Oh boy. There were a lot of them this week.

And while each one was valuable and productive and good for the soul, I am kind of done with meetings for a while.

Information overload.

So I’m taking Jen’s class and Cairene’s class and I’m teaching at the Kitchen Table.

And my brain is just processing stuff like crazy. Which is fantastic, and it’s also kind of exhausting.

Which is why as soon I put this up I’m going to go get massage for my arms and then go back to bed. Yay, bed. I guess that brings us straight to the good stuff.

The good stuff

Voice-to-text software.

I’d been kind of worried that talking blog posts into a microphone would be way harder than writing them.

I mean, yes, I write how I talk. So theoretically I should be able to talk the way I write.

But it took some weird brain shifting there. Now it’s working. And I’m loving it. So so much.


So Chris Guillebeau and his wife Jolie invited us (me and my gentleman friend and my brother and Selma) over for dinner this week.

They’ve just moved to Portland, which we’re ecstatic about. And it was wonderful.

Selma didn’t come because she’s been kind of overwhelmed by meeting lots of people lately and is already anxious about all the socializing she’s going to have to do at SXSW.

But Jolie, who is a painter, wants Selma to sit for her. How flattering is that?

Anyway, it was great fun. They’re both such lovely people, and I’m so happy that we’re going to be hanging out with them more. Not just as far-off internet friends but in real life too. Real life!

And then I also got to spend an hour drinking tea with one of my former clients, who just happened to be visiting from Turkey. What a beautiful surprise.

Inspired Organizing!

As I mentioned the other day, I’m taking Jen Hofmann’s Inspired Organizing course for the second time.

Because I hate organizing and am not inspired. Which is basically perfect for the kind of work that she does. Because she’s all about alternative techniques. Like, very alternative.

And man, it is so, so great.

She just knocks me over with her unexpected ideas and the way she can love me completely with all of my flaws and challenges. She’s a great friend and a great teacher, and I just feel really lucky that she’s in my life in all these different ways.

Feeling peaceful.

Last week, you may recall, was pretty tumultuous. I was moody and cranky and there was lots of hard.

This week was much more peaceful. Lots of sleeping in (okay, I call 6:30 sleeping in) and long meditations and bouncing ecstatically.

Not being in excruciating pain seems to be helping my mood significantly.

Ez lives here! Yes, he’s still here.

I love him. Also, did I mention that he cooks?

Because he does.

And … the award for the most bizarre thing to show up in my mailbox this week goes to …

Our very own Wormy aka Secret Wormy.

Really, you haven’t lived until you receive a package from Wales addressed to The Bootilicious Selma with an accompanying letter about how the sender is really not a stalker, despite all apparent evidence to the contrary.

Also in the package was a keychain that bears a remarkable resemblance to Selma, except with a button on it When you press the button, the duck flashes and quacks.

It’s like … a noisy flashlight. That’s also a keychain!

Wow. Thanks, Wormy! I adore you!

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.

The Fluent Self