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.

I’m all bruised right now.

Blaming the roller rink. And the ’80s.

But other than that, things are okay.

This is actually the first time in a looooong time when the good in my week so easily outranked the hard. So that’s kind of weird/cool.

And here we are. Friday. For the Chicken.

The hard stuff

Experimenting with being non-internet-ey.

That is, connecting to the internet in short spurts (ten minutes here and there) and then remembering to disconnect.

It’s more of a symbolic practice than anything else. But as with any thing-that-you-are-shifting, it’s been challenging and hard.

I did surprise myself by remembering to do it more often than not, but it really just brings so much more attention to how easy it is to get sucked into webbery.

Working more than I want to be.

And seeing the effects of that and still not stopping.

Worrying about details.

Details details details details. Not to mention: aaaaaaagh, what about the details?

It’s so much fun being around me.

Trying to figure out my calendar for the year.

Totally stresses me out.

Winter dark dark dark.

I like waking up early. And I like waking up to natural light. And those two things don’t go together.

Portland is still doing its flamboyantly gorgeous autumn thing but you can feel the dark and the cold creeping in, especially when I’m going about my morning rituals.

The good stuff

I have a crown.

Well, Hiro told me I should wear one for when I’m practicing my sovereignty stuff.

Because Hiro is awesome.

But then I was all frantic about good god, where am I going to get a crown?

And then I remembered that Dana the Spicy Princess gave me a tiara last year. Which is at least one reason why you should always have a friend who sells sex toys.

Actually, I’m not completely sure how those two things are connected, but Dana assures me they are.

Anyway. I am now a pretty pretty princess. And I have been wearing it while Making Difficult Decisions and deciding on navigational changes for the pirate ship.

Oh, the metaphors. They get mixed. But that’s okay.

Foods. Again.

Being back from Extremely Necessary Vacation means all sorts of good things.

I’m baking again. Home-baked bread! It is the best. Really, I’m not good at much in the kitchen aside from dancing in it, but I make fantastic bread.

There are hard-boiled eggs at breakfast. Which means I get to sing my little egg song.

It’s not the milk song, but I like it.

And my gentleman friend has been cooking up a storm. A storm!

Jennifer Louden: we love her.

You know Jennifer Louden, right? Smart, wonderful to-hell-with-self-improvement Jen? She generously agreed — almost a year ago — to teach a class for my At The Kitchen Table With Havi & Selma program. And it was this week.

And it was amazing.

That woman! I love her! She is full of smartnesses.

Hiro and Janet did a terrific job of facilitating, and the whole thing was just really cool. Yay.

Friends. In real life and stuff.

Hanging out with wonderful Dana, the aforementioned Spicy Princess.

Dangerously good brunch with Denise.

Finally got to meet Jason, whom you might know as @allpraxis (formerly @metanoid) if you’re on the twitters. I already thought he was awesome, and yes, I was completely right. Total sweetheart. He and Selma hit it off completely.

Since I normally don’t see anyone aside from Selma and the gentleman friend, this was an extremely social week for moi. Which is usually something that stresses me out, but this week was just lovely.

This coming week is the best week ever.

Not to jinx it or anything.

But tomorrow is Roller Derby! Derby! Ass-kicking! Me losing my voice again!

Also, did I mention a thousand times yet that Selma and I are sponsoring Guns N Rollers this year? Because wheeeeeee!

And then we will be visiting Hiro! Yay! I get to meet my dear friend in person! Very, very exciting.

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.”

So this week, I bring you:

Dollop Of Hate

I think it’s that one death-metal band that plays at cupcake shops. Or something.

Anyway, it’s just one guy.

And … STUISMS of the week.

Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who delights in torturing me misunderstanding me. I can’t stand him.

This week’s gems:

  • “doll up of Haight” instead of dollop of hate
  • “It’s really sleazy for us to start tilting ourselves” instead of It’s really easy for us to start guilting ourselves
  • “Mars or Mario’s Rotary” instead of tomorrow is roller derby
  • “hardware will exit breakfast” instead of hard boiled eggs at breakfast
  • “it’s always advocated in a cave to be healing” instead of it’s always an okay thing to be feeling
  • “every venue to Tara” instead of everyone needs a tiara
  • “for sure truce mentioned to Florence” instead of chartreuse magenta and orange
  • “bang by Master Carl” instead of paying by mastercard

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