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.

Yep. It’s Friday.

Here’s the chicken.

From the Jew-ey vegetarian anti-frog pirate queen who talks to monsters and has a duck. A duck who pretends to be a monkey.

Just be glad you aren’t me, is all I’m saying.

The hard stuff

Our neighbors are moving. Sad face.

So we finally have neighbors that we love.

When I put out the word that magically united me with my dear, beloved Hoppy House, I was pretty much just hoping for neighbors who didn’t play the drums or have parole officers.

There was definitely at least a small part of me who was convinced that with my luck I’d end up next to a drum-playing parole officer, but mostly I figured it would be okay.

What I didn’t count on is that we’d fall madly in love with our neighbors and then those neighbors would move to Denver.

Not fair!!!!!

Okay. Yes, I realize that a perk of Denver is that we can also go visit Sonia. And now we do have an excuse to go to the Roller Derby Nationals if we’re not in Berlin then.

But I am not ready for the silver linings! I want my neighbors back! *throws tantrum*

Making stupid (and expensive) mistakes in my business.

I don’t know if I’m just tired. Or not paying attention.

But too many really ridiculous and costly errors this month. Inattentiveness and making assumptions and not explaining things well enough to the people on my team — except that as of this week I no longer call them a team (but that’s a good thing so we’ll talk about it in the “good stuff” part).

Not happy about that. But yeah, stuff to work on.



I spent half my week with various coaches and/or wacky energy healers working on getting better at the “boundaries” thing and the “respecting my time” thing and the “saying no” thing.

Yeah, progress.

But still at least twice a day I find myself turning to Selma and saying “WHY DID WE AGREE TO THIS?!”

So …. not there yet. My stuff.

Moving on to stuff which is good.

The good stuff


We (by which I mean me and my gentleman friend and my brother and my duck) went to visit my favorite uncle in the woods.

First of all, woods!

Man, I love those giant trees. And the quiet. And the air.

And my two favorite dogs in the entire world (Bobby and Gus!)

Though we will make another sad face for my two second-favorite cats in the world (Mattie and Little Bear) who are no more.

We went to the newt pond! We played Balderdash! We wandered!

It was so perfect and so relaxing. And there was much goofiness.

Also, my uncle will say things like “Let me go get some apples from my coffin” or “how many pine needles do you like in your tea?”

And I think, oh yes, you are related to me. LOVE!

No more frogs! (part 1)

After all my ranting about the stupid frog-eating metaphor, I taught a class this week for my At the Kitchen Table program on how to deconstruct sucky metaphors and build new ones that serve you.

It was seriously fantastic, and I almost never say that. But it rocked. And people were having the most astonishing results (even though I only ended up teaching half of my wacky metaphor technique).

Astounding. Seriously.

No more frogs! (part 2). Or: I am a pirate queen!

So after I rewrote the (ew ew ew) frog-eating metaphor on the call, I was pretty buzzed.

But then Cairene made me take it up a notch and got me to stop thinking of my team as a team.

It’s a long story and deserves its own post. But let’s just say that I no longer run a team.

I am a pirate queen! With a monkey!

Yes, I know this makes no sense. So just rejoice with me in the wacky.

And then I promise that next week (or soon-ish) I will explain the whole thing and it will make sense.

Maybe. Kind of.

Never mind. The pirate queen doesn’t need to apologize for not making sense!

I went to a party and didn’t hate it.

My neighbors? The ones I madly adore who are moving to Denver? They had a party for goodbyes.

I am not a party person. I am also not a goodbyes person.

And it was still really fun. Fun. At a party. Shocking, I know.

So … feeling hopeful that I can still be an introvert and a loner and just my usual HSP — highly sensitive person self … and still (you know, once in a blue moon) do something social and not suffer through it.

My gentleman friend made home-made pasta again.


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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