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.

This was a ridiculously hard week. And I’m not even sure why. It just was.

All I know is I ran into a bunch of walls.

And it was not fun.

The hard stuff

Brain fog.

Things that would normally be slightly heavy were heavier.

Things that would normally be kind of fun, like choosing colors for painting Hoppy House were stressful and confusing.

Lots of Inowanna Iguana. Inowanna!

General crappiness.

Things being in between.

Things breaking and falling apart.

Things that didn’t need fixing now needing fixing.

Not being in the mood for any of it.

Systems fixes taking forever.

Man. Still dealing with fallout from all the time I spent last year not being on the bridge.

Making systems changes and then finding all sorts of ridiculousness in the systems. I have been putting this off for months because it bores the hell out of me.

But not as much as it stresses me out to have complicated systems.

Much of this week was spent editing stuff in the Pirate Ship Log to turn ten step processes into five step ones. Which might be why my brain is so miserable.

From this:

STEP 10:. To view the upcoming charges in shopping cart, click Orders –> Recurring Orders. That will bring up a list of scheduled charges & will show you the date the next charge will occur. If you want to change that date for any of those orders, click the “Edit” link in that order’s row. Then on the next screen, enter whatever date you want the charge ot occur in the “Date Next” box, and scroll to the bottom of the page and click “save changes.”

… to this:

STEP 5. To view upcoming charges + dates: Orders –> Recurring Orders. “Edit” to change dates. Next screen: enter new date, scroll to bottom + select “save changes.”

Yes. I know none of this makes sense to you. But for me, heaven.

Especially since these are just reminders to people who already use the systems and know how they work.

You know? I don’t even know why I’m chickening.

This week just kind of sucked. And I’m not sure why.

And now it’s over. Let’s find the good.

The good stuff

It’s Friday. Which means this ridiculous week is over.

It’s about damn time.

Changes.

While the spending of several hours making changes to systems and sequences was not pleasant for my head …

Having that done feels really, really good.

It’s as if there are parts of my ship that I avoid. Which is not good for a pirate queen.

So now I’m back on the bridge. And things are clean and clear.

My clients. I adore them.

We are both having fun and cooking up the most brilliant things together.

Very exciting.

And last Friday I had a client in town for a whole day with me (something I only do a few times a year) and it was extremely sparkly and great. We neutralized hundreds of monsters, came up with a spectacular and extremely unconventional business plan, and problem-solved like crazy.

I cannot put into words the amount of kooky impossible-to-explain magical untangling that happened. But I can say this: when amazing things are happening for people I care about, that really does change things for me as well.

The napping.

Very much the napping.

It was good.

And the tramping.

Now that it’s not a million degrees outside anymore, I am back on the tramp.

Bounce bounce bounce!

Speaking of iguanas…

I finally posted something on the Shiva Nata blog to answer the What’s a Shivanaut?
question.

And ended up letting myself fall down that rabbit hole for a while. Which was good.

Because I wrote six posts.

Including one which was just the most massive iguana ever, and had been weighing on me for months. Sigh of relief.

New things. Like The Slants! And some old things.

Obsessively listening to The Slants.

And by “listening”, I mean “doing Shiva Nata at top speed until my brain falls out”

And then I watched Mumford (which I hadn’t seen since it came out), and it was even more of a lovely film than I’d remembered.

What a sweet, perfect meditation on identity. And in so many forms. How we identify with roles, pain, place. How we hide from ourselves or aspects of ourselves. Imposter syndrome. Pleasure.

Recommended.

And … live from the meme beach house it’s the Fake Band of the Week!

Background: My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”

Portland had its big music festival last week (MFNW), and there were plenty of fabulously named bands — real ones. As well as all sorts of visitors to town (who are all these skinny people who look as if they care about their eyebrows?).

Anyway. I didn’t go, but I read the Willamette Week reviews and my god did they come up with some awesome categories to describe the types of music being played. Really, each one of those should be a band. My hat. It comes off.

So. I have to share some of these delightful names that should be bands. That are each just one guy. Obviously.

Cast your vote for the new Fake Band of The Week!

Fake Bands I’m pretty sure I would like: Rock and Lull, Chillwave, Mexican Ramones, Smartass Punk, Appalachian Hellfire, George Division

Fake Bands I am … intrigued by: Melody Freaks, Everything Is Ruined, Farmhouse Gospel, Glitch Hop

Fake Bands that kind of scare me. Or would, if they existed: Modest Mouseketeers, Brat Rock, Thrash Compactor, Meshugge Pop

And my personal favorite:

Minstrel of the Apocalypse

I would totally go to see them. Except that it’s really just one guy. Voting starts now.

And … stuff I read this week week.

This post about Shivapiphanies. Awesome. She’s @EleanorWragg on Twitter.

Go read this guy’s blog. It’s called Poor Impulse Control, it’s got a great tagline, and I’m afraid he’s going to stop. So leave him a comment and say hey. Thanks.

Also, I pretty much never read coaching blogs but one of my people sent me to this and so then I had to get a bunch of red sponge noses for the Playground.

I’m not crazy but I’ll be crazy for you. Hilarious. As if I weren’t a big enough Ryan North fan already. I love this way too much.

And my beloved Chris Zydel wrote about radical self acceptance and turnips.

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 day and a restful weekend-ing.

And a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom. And of course also a tzom kal if you’re into that kind of thing. And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIRO (tomorrow)! xox