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.

My gentleman friend has warned me — probably correctly — that sooner or later people may get sick and tired of me bitching about carpal tunnel and the whole healing process thing.

And because he’s probably right, this week I’m going to do my best to find something else to complain about. :-)

The hard stuff

Adjusting to new hours.

Because of the thing that I’m not talking about this week, I’m working fewer hours. Which is a good thing.

After all, I did nothing but complain last year about how I wanted more time. And hey, now I have it.

So I’m trying to talk this out with my body, attempting to reassure it that I don’t need pain to be the mechanism that allows me to take time off.

In the meantime though, I get frustrated with how little I get done. With how quickly things change. With how much more focused I need to be. Or think I need to be.

Stupid learning experiences! Yeah, yeah. Don’t even say it.

Deadlines.

Working on way too many projects. And definitely feeling the pressure.

Again, the thing that we’re not talking about this week (I’m really good at this, aren’t I?) is making everything tighten up. Which is, ironically, kind of the problem to begin with.

So I’ve been spending a lot of time in meditation. Doing relaxation exercises. Some emergency calming techniques. And practicing patience. Practicing trust.

It’s been interesting. And hard.

But hey, lots of wackiness in the meditation which means that you’ll have some entertaining reading coming up soon.

It snowed again

It’s practically March here in beautiful Portland. This is getting ridiculous!

The good stuff

Getting slightly better on the voice-to-text software.

Okay, so I’m still not having much luck when it comes to web browsing with this thing. And writing code drives me crazy.

But the talking thing? Genius. Pure genius.

I talked all my posts this week. Also my emails to Marissa (the only person who gets email from me). And was able to give long and detailed answers to people’s questions at the Kitchen Table — all through a microphone.

It hardly ever makes mistakes. Well I guess I should say that I hardly ever make mistakes. Because it’s actually always right.

But sometimes it seriously cracks me up. Like whenever I want to spit three times to avert the evil eye? Instead of writing tfu tfu tfu, it will always choose “tofu tofu tofu”. Which is way funnier, clearly.

So though I still kind of hate it, we’re having some hilarious “getting to know you” moments together. It already knows biggified, stuckification and oy vey. Still working on “asshat” though.

My clients rock.

The people I’m working with now are so smart and so capable and so much fun. We’re biggifying the heck out of things, dissolving stucknesses like nobody’s business.

You know, it took so long to figure out who my Right People were. There were so many despairing moments where I thought we might never find each other.

I wish someone had told me how much better it gets. Because we’re — as my friend Jane’s mom would say — cooking with gas.

You are going to be seeing big things from these people. Trust me on this.

Bananagrams!

So we were hanging out with Jolie this week and then she pulled a creepy banana shaped sack out of her purse and insisted we play with her.

You already know that we (me, my brother, my gentleman friend and Selma) are hard-core Boggle addicts. So it’s not like it’s that hard to get us to play a game that involves words.

I have to say… it was ridiculously fun. Right now I’m making do going on long Twitter pun runs with Jeff Moriarty. But I may have to get back to the Bananagrams soon.

Ez lives here! Yes, I know. This is not news.

But we have such a good time together.

Like the other day we walked to Powell’s. and went on an Expotition. Just like Winnie the Pooh.*

* Nice job, voice-to-text robot, recognizing the Winnie the Pooh reference.

And we keep coming up with names for the fake rock bands to open for our fake rock band, Euphonious Maximus: Charlatans at Large.

Like the Pneumatic Mushrooms. Four-way Pratfall. And a hundred more that I’ve already forgotten.

Also he makes a mean tzatziki.**

** No, not “tsetse key”, voice to text robot that is not even a robot. Clearly we need to feed you more yoghurt+garlic+cucumber sauce.

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

It’s Hiro! And not really bizarre at all. Just beautiful.

She sent me a string of stunning Russian jade prayer beads. I love them. They’re hanging up in my office right now.

Which is appropriate, given that I’m taking Jen’s inspired organizing class where a huge part of what she talks about is how the work we do is sacred. About how wonderful it could be if we treated our workspace with the love and respect that it probably deserves.

So the timing on this gift? Phenomenal. Sending love to Hiro. And love to Jen. And love to my office.

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.

p.s. If you haven’t signed up for the class that Naomi and I are teaching about not being impressed by the fact that there’s a recession … well, I don’t actually know how to end this sentence other than to say that you really should.

We’ll be giving you a ton of “hey, here are the smart steps you should be taking to actually make some money despite the fact that things are kind of crappy” ideas. If you implement even part of one of them, you’ll have earned your $19 back.

In (as they say) spades.