Day 1480: More good than bad

Yesterday, in a therapy group where I tried to make room for the positive AND the negative, somebody said

I believe there is more good than bad in the world.

Considering all this person has gone through, I was reminded of Anne Frank‘s famous quote:

I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.

Is there more good than bad in my photos from yesterday?

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I know today is going to be more good than bad because I’m doing another therapy group and also seeing the very good guitarist Pat Metheny in concert.  Here‘s  Pat playing a good tune:

Finally, as I express my thanks to all the good people who helped me create this post and all the good people who are reading it, here are two more photos with more good than bad:

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Day 1479: Open Up

I’m going to open up today’s blog with a photo I already opened up in yesterday’s post.

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If you open up that greeting card, “You are AWFUL” opens up into something much more positive. I now open up this post to guesses about what you’d see if you open up that card.  If you open up a comment below, I’ll open up with an answer.

I want to open up about several other issues:

  1. Later today I’ll be seeing my Primary Care Physician, whom I’ve been opening up to for many years.
  2. I’m going to open up to her that I might not be feeling well enough to open up my work schedule to a full 36 hours per week in February, as previously planned.
  3. I’m still  recovering from being opened up for a heart valve replacement last September.
  4. I’m glad that I was opened up under the Affordable Care Act, since I’ve had a pre-existing heart condition since I first opened up my eyes.
  5. My boyfriend opened up our toilet yesterday to replace a different kind of leaky valve.
  6. That opened up a can of worms, so I’ll be opening up my cell phone today to call a plumber.

It’s time to open up all the photos I took yesterday.

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I shall now open up YouTube to see if I can open up suitable music for this “Open Up” post.

Is there anything  you choose to open up about, here and now? As I discover in every therapy group I open up, opening up to other people helps our lives open up in many ways.

Finally, I’d like to open up my heart and show the gratitude within to all who helped me open up in this post and to you  — of course! — for opening up my blog, today.

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Day 1478: Bosses, Babies, and Monsters

Yesterday, I went to see the monster hit  Hidden Figureswhich included bosses, babies, monsters, and so much more. Whether you’re a boss, a baby, or anybody else, I recommend you go see it. Also, boss other people into seeing it, because it’s such a monstrously boss movie.

While I was at the movie theater, I saw this sign with monsters …

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and I saw coming attractions for Boss Baby.

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That made me think about how awful it is when I’ve got a boss who acts like a baby or a monster.

Last week, I remarked to a friend at work that the new boss of the U.S. was acting like a baby.  She replied, “That’s unfair to babies.”

I don’t want to be bossy or to act like a baby or a monster, but could you please look at my other photos from yesterday and see if there are any bosses, babies, or monsters in them?  And then, could you PLEASE leave a comment for the boss of this blog?

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My boss at work won’t like it if I’m monstrously late today, so I need to end this blog post NOW.

But not before I send my best to you, this morning

 

Thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and to you — of course! — for being here, now.

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Day 1477: You are not a fool of the cosmos

Last night, when my car inexplicably would not start,  I momentarily felt like a fool of the cosmos.

However, while I was waiting for the tow truck to arrive, I picked up this book …

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… and read the following quote:

“When I think about all the bad stuff in my life, I feel I’m just a goddam fool of the cosmos! It’s humiliating! On a sidewalk crowded with people, I’m the one who’s  stepped in the dog poop. No one else is as stupid or unlucky as I am. The problem is: how can I go forward, how can I trust the future if I feel I am this stupid unlucky guy?”

When I read that passage aloud to my boyfriend, Michael, I did not feel like a fool of the cosmos.

When the tow truck arrived  and my car started up IMMEDIATELY for that guy, I did not feel like a fool of the cosmos.

When I drive my car in to my local Honda dealership and explain what happened, I refuse to feel like a fool of the universe.

I am not a fool of the cosmos for  writing “fool of the universe,” above.   I know I did that because “fool” sounds like “fluke” and I remember the National Lampoon’s “Deteriorata”

… which is a spoof of the 1970’s spoken-word hit “Desiderata.”

 

I am not a fool of the cosmos for taking these photos yesterday.

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Thanks to all the children of the universe who helped me create today’s post and to you — of course! — for being here and now in the cosmos, with me.

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Day 1476: I haven’t been the same since …

When people get into therapy, they often say, “I haven’t been the same since …” and they name some life-changing event.

Personally, I haven’t been the same since …

  • my first heart surgery at age 10,
  • I got my first cat,
  • I got my first car,
  • I rode a bicycle for the first time,
  • my heart valve replacement surgery last September,
  • my son was born,
  • my son went away to school in Scotland,
  • my son returned home for Christmas,
  • my son went back to school yesterday,
  • I took my first disco dance lesson,
  • I met my husband,
  • my divorce,
  • my cardiac pacemaker was recalled in 1975,
  • my cardiac pacemaker/defibrillator was recalled two weeks after my valve replacement surgery in September,
  • President John F. Kennedy was killed,
  • Bobby Kennedy was killed,
  • Martin Luther King was killed,
  • John Lennon was killed,
  • I went away to college,
  • I was attacked by a rapist outside my apartment in Cambridge, Massachusetts,
  • I first got into therapy,
  • I went to film school,
  • I became a therapist,
  • Barack Obama was elected President of the United States,
  • Donald Trump was elected President of the United States,
  • I met my boyfriend Michael,
  • I first saw Gene Kelly dance,
  • I heard my first pun,
  • I made my first pun,
  • I attended Berklee School of Music for a summer program when I was in high school,
  • I worked on the recruitment tape for Berklee College of Music in the 1990s,
  • I did stand-up comedy at an Open Mic,
  • my son performed stand-up comedy at an Open Mic,
  • I had my first cup of cocoa with marshmallows,
  • my father died,
  • my mother-in-law died,
  • my mother died,
  • my father-in-law died on Friday,
  • I encountered Mexican food for the first time,
  • I had my first black raspberry ice cream cone,
  • I saw my first palm tree,
  • I started blogging,
  • I got my first comment on this blog,
  • I bought my first personal computer during the 1980s,
  • I wrote computer manuals in the 1970s,
  • I slept out under the stars in Monument Valley,
  • I went cross country by bus,
  • I attended the Edinburgh Festival Fringe,
  • I heard Pat Metheny play guitar,
  • I sang in front of people,
  • I met every person who is important to me,
  • I saw my first Stephen Sondheim musical,
  • I first heard the band Steely Dan over the sound system at a Cambridge store, playing this song

  • and countless other events.

I haven’t been the same since all those things happened and yet I’m still the same person.

I haven’t been the same since I took all these photos:

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Give the happiness of a comment and I will end up happy.

I haven’t been the same since I first learned to express gratitude, so many thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and to you — of course! — for being changed and yet the same, every moment.

 

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Day 1475: Pick One

Every day, I pick one topic I think will be helpful for me and my readers. Often, I pick one photo from the day before for inspiration.

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Notice that staff at cardiac rehab is telling me to pick one exercise — either the BioStep or the Stationary Bike.  The first day they told me to pick one, I didn’t notice that instruction, and I did both exercises. If I had to pick one thing to say about that, I’d say that doing both exercises didn’t hurt.

With all that’s been happening lately, if I had to pick one book to read, it would probably be this one:

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I couldn’t pick one photo of that book cover, so I included all three. That last photo reminds me that I’m trying to pick one seaside location for our next home. I’d like to pick one home that fits our needs for the next decade.

If you had to pick one photo that’s your favorite from this post, which would it be?

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If I had to pick one song for this post, I guess it would be this one:

If you had to pick one guy who reminded you of Captain Hook, who would it be?

I can’t pick one person to thank, so thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and to you — of course! — for picking this one blog to visit, here and now.

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Day 1474: Safety

Lately,  people around me seem very concerned about safety.

Last night, safety was the main topic in my therapy group.

Here’s how I expressed myself about safety:

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Somebody else in the group made a “safety crown.”

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How would you express yourself about the topic “safety”?

I think the other photos I took yesterday relate to safety, too.

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I guess I feel enough safety on this blog to show myself, open-heart surgery scar and all.

I’m late for cardiac rehab,  so safety dictates that I end my post here, with one more photo.

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Day 1473: Expectations

Four years ago, when my expectations for this blog were that I would write one post every day for only one year, I published my first post about expectations.

My expectations, here and now, include the following:

  • I’ve learned more about expectations since then.
  • Most people have expectations for themselves and for others.
  • It helps to be aware of expectations and to check them out with other people.
  • Expectations are a form of fortune-telling about the future.
  • My regular readers probably have expectations about the kinds of photos I include in this blog.

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How did those photos match your expectations?

My expectation is that I’ll find appropriate music for this post on YouTube.

I expect that any comment from you would exceed my expectations.

Any expectations about how I might end this post?

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Day 1472: Room for feelings

There’s room for your feelings.   There’s room for my feelings, too.

There’s room for the feelings you like and for the feelings you dislike.

In therapy group rooms, there’s room for me to remind people that there’s room for feelings.

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There’s room for feelings about the rest of my photos from yesterday.

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There’s room for feelings about this song.

There’s room for feelings about this post in the comment section, below.

I know there’s room for my feelings of gratitude for all who helped me create today’s post and — of course!  — for YOU.

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Day 1471: Sorry!

Sorry!  I don’t know what I’m going to say in today’s blog post.

Yesterday, I said, “Sorry!” to somebody in a supermarket for absolutely no reason. People often say “Sorry!” to each other as they negotiate space.

In my therapy groups, when people say “Sorry!” I immediately reply, “No need to apologize.” Most people there are working on saying “Sorry!” less often.

Last night, I said, “Sorry for your loss” several times at a wake.  As I told my son last night, I’m sorry that I don’t know why a wake is called a wake.

I woke up this morning feeling sorry for myself. Whenever I feel sorry for myself, I remember that soon I’ll be  feeling less sorry.

I’m not sorry that somebody left this note on my car:

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My car’s mirror is looking rather sorry this morning.  However, the sorry person who left that note is eager to fix it.

Here are the rest of my sorry photos from yesterday:

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Here‘s some sorry music:

I hope you’re not sorry you visited my blog today.

If I didn’t thank all who helped me create this post and — of course! —  you, I’d be sorry.

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