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.
So … back from Emergency Vacation.
In a bit of a daze, still. But happy to be here.
And especially happy that it’s Friday.
The hard stuff
It took me (is taking me?) way longer to readjust that I’d bargained for. Ow.
Just feeling a bit shaky, I guess.
Back to work.
Piles of work. Piles.
And I’m so not in the mood.
Yesterday? I got up as usual at 5:30 a.m. Did my meditation. Did my wacky morning rituals.
Started working. For about oh, five minutes. And then straight back to bed.
Which was lovely, don’t get me wrong. But it’s so clear to me that I’m not in flow right now, and giving myself permission to not be there is taking some time.
CrankyPants McGrumbleBug strikes again.
Repeat as necessary.
Luckily though, in addition to all things grumbleworthy, there was definitely some good stuff too. Ooh. Yes. Good stuff. And some stuff that might turn out to be good stuff.
The hard that might be good
Roller Derby semifinals!
My beloved Guns ‘n’ Rollers are facing the Breakneck Betties again, this time in the semis. It didn’t end so well last time around … and I’m kind of terrified. But hopeful. But terrified.
Send our girls some love!
The good stuff
Unbelievable. This vacation stuff works.
I’ve seen it happen to so many other people so many times but … I don’t know, I never experienced it myself so I didn’t realize how cool it is.
So, for example, my first day back at work I zapped through nineteen things on my Action Items List in two hours.
I’m used to getting through maybe two to three things in that amount of time. It was crazy. Crazy good.
So I’m loving that. Loving how much easier it is to make decisions. How much easier it is to just not take on new stuff.
I know what I want.
Clarity. Serious freaking clarity.
Obviously the point of going on Emergency Vacation was to not have a nervous breakdown.
Well, actually it was to have it somewhere pretty. But in addition to healing all the things that were breaking, it really, truly cleared my head.
Remember when I couldn’t come up with any goals?
Okay, so now that’s not a problem anymore.
I know exactly what I want.
Now it’s just a question of figuring out the details.
When we left Portland, there were these tiny little rosebuds everywhere.
When we came back, the entire city was in bloom. Roses. Insanely sexy roses. All over the place.
It’s the most spectacular thing in the entire world. And all of a sudden you go ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, right. So that’s why Portland is obsessed with roses.
I mean, yeah. I know they call it Rose City and everything but I never really got it.
Like the first time I visited Chicago in November and went, ah, that’s why it’s called the Windy City. Right.
Anyway, we missed it last summer because we were in Berlin. And it is nothing short of extraordinary.
Speaking of summer and being back home …
Our garden was completely transformed too.
Not only do we have roses like crazy, but all the sprout-ey things turned into foods.
We have beans and chard and beets and jerusalem artichokes and all things wonderful.
And — weirdly — since we didn’t know we had them, strawberries. Which are delicious, by the way. Thanks for asking.
Selma has a scarf!
A really beautiful one.
And since it’s not often you see a duck in a gorgeous hand-knitted scarf, I’m including a picture.
Is this not the sweetest thing ever?
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.