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.
Oh, Friday. How I have missed you.
I think this week was somehow extra long.
Selma has been especially anti-social and doing lots of hiding in the closet. I think it’s because she knows we have a lot of travel coming up.
Anyway, the week.
The hard stuff
Ran out of my healthy boundaries. Oh the irony.
So I have this genius bottle of Healthy Boundaries spray.
No, seriously. It’s a thing. That you can buy. I know! I got mine here.
When I bought it, the whole “having healthy boundaries” thing was basically my big life theme.
So I figured, even if having a spray for it (seriously, what?!) totally doesn’t work, it could at least remind me that this is the big thing I’m working on.
I wanted it to be one of my wacky daily rituals to help keep me focused on healing this particular piece of extra-determined stuck.
Plus Deborah is one of my students and she’s amazing and I wanted to support her.
So I started using it. And then — to my complete and utter astonishment — the healthy boundaries stuckness just kind of stopped being an issue.
I don’t know how to explain it better than that. It almost seemed to heal itself. I kept using the spray in my morning meditation, but it just wasn’t a big deal anymore.
But this week we had guests and I realized: oh crap crap crap I’m out of healthy boundaries!
Which is really funny. Except that I really did want my spray. Now I’m just going to order a bunch of stuff at once, just in case.
Despite the fact that I go on a little teaching pilgrimage to Germany every single year, it always sneaks up on me.
So I’m flying in less than three weeks and basically only just realized that now.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeee. So much to do.
The stress. Ugh.
Seriously? I’m broken out like a teenager.
The good stuff
My favorite uncle came to visit!
And he brought plums! From his tree!
And a loaf of bread that he baked.
And everything is better when he’s around.
Sitting on the porch swing with my gentleman friend.
This is the best part of summer.
The New Mexico food cart.
One of my favorite things about Portland is its strong food cart culture.
That’s even kind of why we moved here. Yes, I am the kind of person who can be swayed by food carts.
But the New Mexico food cart? Yum!
“If you’re such a genius, how come you’ve got butter on your tie?”
Actually, I am kind of tempted to steal Naomi’s line where she crowns herself “the greatest marketer in Christendom!”
But I’ll just say that I did the quietest, most hidden tiny secretive “hey, I’m teaching a course” announcement ever (one paragraph in the Wednesday Item! post).
And it filled up in under twenty-four hours. With the most amazing people.
Yay. Seriously, let’s hear it for non-promotional hard-to-get marketing that isn’t actually marketing.
Also, it’s my party and I can quote Moonstruck if I want to.
And I’m really, really looking forward to teaching this stuff.
Also, I redid my Shivanaut postcards.
I’ve had these postcards forever (three years? more?) and they so desperately needed a redesign … and I’ve finally run out.
Actually, I hadn’t actually read one of them in years because you know, what kind of person reads their own promotional literature or whatever it’s called?
And was astonished to find out just how spectacularly useless and boring it was. (Really? I send those? To people?)
Anyway, I sat down and scribbled out new text. It took about five minutes.
My gentleman friend: Brilliant writer mouse!
Me: Remember how many weeks it took me to write the copy for the first batch of these? Good grief! The strugglings! The agonies!
My gentleman friend: Yeah, and it wasn’t even very good!
Me: Awwwww … foot-in-mouth mouse.
The new ones are GORGEOUS. And funny. And I love them.
And … new 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.”
So this week, I bring you:
Pickles Per Inch
My gentleman friend: “Do you mean pixels per inch?.”
Me: (shrugs) “It’s just one guy.”
But where are the Stuisms?!
I know. Actually, I feel kind of bad about it.
But most of the posts this week were written a while ago. You know, so I could put my time to working on the Shiva Nata Manual For Crazed Shivanauts. Right. Still no title.
So I was mostly editing this week, which is something that Stu is terrible at.
So no Stuisms. He’ll be back next week. Loud and clear, I’m sure.
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.