Because I never learned how to swim, perhaps it’s easy for me to feel like I’m drowning in seas, sometimes.
Because, in four days, I’m having surgery — which could prevent my very unusual heart from drowning in the sea of heart failure — I could be drowning, now, in the sea of:
- worry, and
- other uncomfortable feelings.
However, I am staying bouyant, well enough, to notice the many different seas all around me.
Here’s the sea of music I was pleasantly drowning in yesterday morning:
… hot dog rolls, near Fenway Park, and
… trees, in the Longwood Medical area of Boston, Massachusetts.
Then, I did a therapy group at work, where people talked about drowning in the seas of
- financial worries,
- medical problems,
- troubled minds,
- judgmental people,
- shame, and
- other overwhelming problems.
However, the mutual support of the group kept everybody afloat for a good while.
Later that day, I was drowning in the sea of Starbucks
where I said goodbye to the wonderful barrista, Erin.
— who also works at Starbucks and who was trying not to drown in the sea of beverage orders — helped me not drown in the sea of sadness about Erin’s leaving by giving me this:
It’s a new chocolate cookie straw at Starbucks, which was soon
drowning in the sea of chai tea misto, in my office.
Those flyers — on my desk, next to the tea misto — are for a Group Therapy Conference in June, where I’ll be drowning in the sea of other group therapists and amazing learning. I will be giving a workshop there on June 6 about my therapy groups, so I hope I won’t be drowning in the sea of presentation jitters.
Yesterday, I was also drowning in the sea of
Don’t these guinea pigs
look like they’re drowning in a sea of colored paper?
Here’s to everybody staying above water for another day!
I am drowning in the sea of gratitude for everything I witnessed yesterday and for you — of course! — for drowning in the sea of this blog post, here and now.