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.

Almost two years of chickens, people.

Behold the ridiculous staying power of the chicken.

I still don’t get it but yay. Three cheers for all the Chickeneers of the High Seas, far and wide, including those who just do it in their heads.

Let’s do it!

The hard stuff

Running into all my sovereignty issues again.

Sovereignty, as you know, is the spiritual quality of not giving a shit. Of being at home in your body and your life. Of knowing that you are only responsible for your stuff, not for anyone else’s.

I’m working on it pretty much all the time. Adjusting that invisible crown.

So I was really, really ready to practice this at the airport.

Wearing my badass sovereignty boots. Straightening the crown. Staying grounded.

But no. Still got pulled out of line by every petty little tyrant in Canada.

Who unpacked my bags and threw my underwear all over the counter. Asked me ridiculous and insulting snappy questions. Threatened to lock up my gentleman friend because he “looked annoyed”.

Yes, that’s a quote. It was lovely. More to work on.

Going back to work stuff and being slammed.

Not a whole lot to say about that other than aaaaaaaaagh.

And then my morning yoga practice disappeared again.

Possibly related to the above.


Writer’s block.


General discouragement.

As you know.

And worrying about the lease.


Everything. Gets. On. My. Nerves.

Even things I used to really like.

Bah humbug, etc.

Luckily though, there was lots of good stuff too.

The good stuff

Getting to spend five days with Hiro.

It was so beautiful and so amazing.

We got huge amounts of work done. She worked magic on me. And I talked her into teaching a class on Internet hangover (awesome).

Watching someone who lives the way I want to live. With slow deliberation. And fun.

Someone who can put herself to bed at 8:30 if she’s tired.

It’s good for me to see that.


Hiro got me hooked on baths again.

Oh the joy.

I’m turning relaxation into an extreme sport again.

Stomping around in my sovereignty boots.


Not just for being annoyed anymore.


Ohmygod. Soup at Saraveza so good that I kind of want to marry it.

Broccoli soup with cheddar. Ayiiiiii. So. Much. Good.


I redid the lame “greatest hits” section on the sidebar after threatening to do it months ago and then forgetting about it. Months.

Yes, that was December.

So if you haven’t been on the site in a while and you’re reading this in a blog reader or email of whatever, worth a click-through.

I have actual relevant posts in the sidebar instead of stuff from two years ago!


Client sessions.

Too much fun.

Had a crazy number of clients this week because of vacation ketchup. But they’re all so smart and kooky and wonderful.

Worked some small miracles. And there was much giggling and play.



Still happening.

Still brilliant.

Being wrong. Oh how I love being wrong when wrong is what is right.

I had a minor freakout about not hearing back about the lease for The Playground.

Went into a hundred different stories until I remembered the thing about the WEAR + TEAR and how we’re always wrong about everything.

And was delighted to find out shortly thereafter that yes, I was blissfully wrong.

They’d been on vacation for a week. And are negotiating. And it will be good.


Stuff I was reading and pondering this week.

Loved this piece from Maryann on her imaginary purple-haired speed-demon assistant Tina.

She (Maryann, not Tina) is also doing a super affordable webinar on finding your online voice. She’s smart and insightful. Very relevant for all of us who dislike the M-word.

Kelly did another hysterical video with her monster assistant Aaaaaagw on the case of the serial comma.

And Cairene is doing Bite The Candy again and I’m determined not to miss it.

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 I’m proud to introduce you to the uhhhh … timeless stylings of:

Beanbag Timewarp and the Jamtastics.

Yep. It’s just one guy.

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