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.

It’s Friday. Really, truly. Here’s the chicken.

It was an odd little week. I’m tired and cranky and want to go back to bed but I can’t because I need to catch a plane.

Will catch up soon. In the meantime, here’s the hard and the good.

Tell me about yours too. It will make me feel better.

p.s. yay, Friday. ๐Ÿ™‚

The hard stuff

Gaaaaaaah. I’m so sick of people asking about my arms.

Or even having conversations about it.

Seriously. I know everyone means well. I just don’t want to talk about it anymore.

I already explained that my arms are on my side and that the pain is useful because it is helping me transform my business into one where I don’t have to be there all the time.

My situation has improved a lot. It’s good. I am no longer in agony. And I can now even send a text message if I have to.

But I need people to let me have the rest of my process.

I’m really working on allowing the pain to be there when it needs to be there. Because it’s that pain that is keeping me on track with my “rebuilding my business so I never have to be a workaholic again” practice.

Freedom. It’s good.

And all these conversations about how we can get rid of the pain and how the people in my life wish it would go away are not useful for me at the moment.

I just want a hug. And that’s it. xxoo

System changes!

I know. And yeah, I’m still completely loving having a pirate crew.

It’s just that changes are hard. And they mess with your head.

And we spent an inordinate amount of time this week just undoing all these things that had already been done.

So I pay people to spend time doing things. And then I was paying someone else to spend time undoing it. And then I was spending time trying to figure out what the new rules are so that this doesn’t have to happen again.

Sunk costs, I know.

But it was completely annoying. And expensive. And frustrating. And aaaaaaaaagh.

The good stuff

System changes! There’s a good side!

Like the day my assistant and I realized we had not spent 45 minutes of our day looking things up and tearing our hair out.

Because the system was finally working.

Because we were saving time.

Because people were communicating more or less in the ways I was asking them to.

Sigh of relief.

I can see the future. And I like it.

It was sometime in August that I realized it was really time to do whatever it took to turn this thing into a business instead of a job.

I had a lot of the elements in place. A staff. More products than services. Group trainings and programs. A very famous duck as a business partner who doubles as a mascot.

But when it came to imagining something crazy like only working twenty hours a week (or — gasp — fewer than that), my brain would turn to mush.

It just didn’t seem plausible. I couldn’t picture what I would be doing in so little time and who would be doing the rest of it.

So I started taking steps. I went (as some of you will remember) to Michael Port’s Beyond Booked Solid training in Vancouver, which planted some seriously fantastic seeds and set me off on the right path.

I started working with Hiro Boga.

All this systems work with Cairene.

But now — for the first time ever — it’s completely clear to me how this thing can work. I can actually imagine what it would be like to work very minimal hours. And what would be happening during those hours.

And what amazing good-for-me good-for-the-world things I’d be doing both during and outside of those hours too.

I finally got it. And this just feels so completely huge.

At the post office.

I’ve been mailing out the last of the gifts I’ve been sending to my Kitchen Table students.

And it is just the loveliest feeling in the world to show up at the post office with an enormous bundle of presents, feeling like Santa Claus.

Looking at the all the places my people live. Australia, New Zealand, India, Austria, Ireland, Scotland, England. All over Canada and the States. Looking at the familiar and loved names.

So completely wonderful.

There are so many times when it’s hard to remember why I do what I do. This was a really powerful reminder.

My arms are really doing much, much better.

When I made bread this week? Didn’t even have to ask my brother to come stir the flour in.

And I can scrub the stove without wincing.

And I twisted off a bottle cap.

It’s not like I’m done. There’s still enough pain to remind me not to work too much. But it’s completely bearable and I can work and it’s good.

And … STUISMS of the week.

Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who delights in torturing me misunderstanding me. I can’t stand him. Because he’s an acetyl .

There are only three little Stu gems this week because he was (astonishingly) behaving for once and also because I didn’t need him as much.

  • “On the Tweeter instead of on Twitter
  • “Ask Hobbies” instead of Ask Havi
  • “about Steve’s typifying the general” instead of about destuckifying in general

I don’t know what his thing with Steve is. Honestly.

It reminds me of the time he asked Naomi “What Steve think?” instead of “What do you think?”

That wasn’t awkward at all.

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