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.
Whoo. Chicken. And enthusiastic hellos to the various, Chickeneers of the High Seas, as Lucy says.
Also, every once in a while someone reminds me that it can be kind of intimidating to join the mad rush of Chicken comments. So I just wanted to say that you are loved and adored whether you comment or not.
And that the people here are just about the loveliest ever, so wander in if/when you feel like it and it will be beautiful.
The hard stuff
Still working too hard.
Especially since this year I’m trying to plan the whole year out in advance, instead of my usual let’s see what happens wheeeee kind of thing.
Too much. Ow.
This is related to the “too much” part.
Understanding the effects of terrible decisions.
Feeling vulnerable and not trusting.
Sites being down on and off all week.
Completely fist-shakingly frustrating.
American Thanksgiving this week.
What can I say, I just don’t like it.
Me, reading the New Yorker: “Man, these people will not shut up about loving Thanksgiving. Where are all the people who don’t like Thanksgiving? Where are my people?”
My gentleman friend: “Come on. It’s not that you don’t like Thanksgiving. You just don’t like people.”
*CIarification: I do like the nice people who invite me to Thanksgiving. I just don’t do well with Thanksgiving itself.
The good stuff
Giving myself permission to skip Thanksgiving.
That was good.
Oh, the sweet people in my life.
Last week was so full of horribleness.
And so many people wrote sweet letters and sent cards to tell me about how reading this blog has done crazy, wonderful things for their lives.
It was amazing.
Usually Selma gets all the fan mail, and then people are all oh, hi Havi. Which is fine. I mean, she is the cute one.
But it was just so sweet to encounter this overflowing mailbox of thank-you-ness.
And Char sent the most lovely care package ever, and I feel completely … cared for. Awesome. Thank you!
Sites working again.
My Kitchen Table people were very kind and considerate about containing their freaking-out while the Table forum environment went down during our tech crisis.
And they were pretty hilarious when it went back up again.
Since, if you listen to them, they’d apparently all been rocking back and forth in a corner sucking their thumbs waiting desperately for it to come back.
You know you run a cool place online when people say things like this after it disappears for a day:
Oh, massive sighs of relief and joy! Now for a big slurp of Kitchen Table moonshine to quell the jitters and DTs of not being bathed in loverly smartnesses and ninjas and hookers and chocolate cake-fights.
It really was awful to have a day of things Not Working, and I was suffering mad withdrawal too, but seeing how over-the-top happy everyone was when it came back?
The smaller pirate ship runs way better.
The most hilarious class ever.
We were going to have Mark teach a class for my Kitchen Table people this week. About combining heart with biggification.
Except that we had a scheduling mix-up.
And since I don’t have anything to say about heart in business, I taught a class on Sexiness In Business.
And it was awesome.
We got into a huge cake fight in the chatroom, and there was extreme silliness. It’s these totally fun moments with my rightest Right People that make everything good.
Okay, so it’s true that I don’t really like furniture. And that I do really, really, really like open spaces.
But it’s also true that I have been avoiding treating Hoppy House like it is my real home.
Even though we have been here for a year and a week now. Remember?
Ah. Hiro pointed out some Extremely Smart And Useful Things about this.
And Colleen infused me with some of her obsessive nesting thing while she was staying with us.
And so I bought a rug. Rug! And a (non-piratey) chest. Of drawers. And a new ginormous mirror for Shiva-ing it up.
Did some stuff I’ve been avoiding.
Mostly taking-care-of-the-pirate-ship stuff.
Fixed a bunch of wee mistake-ies.
And revised the error 404 page. Which you won’t be able to see until the next time I screw up a link. Wait, I can do that right now. Here’s my non-existent page about bunnies.
And … playing live at the meme beach house!
Yes, that’s a Stuism too.
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.”
This week’s band is … wait for it ….
And yes. It’s just one guy.
The sad bit is there are no Stuisms this week. I mean, there are Stuisms but I have a little filing crisis that needs to be dealt with first. Next Chicken.
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.