Yesterday, this remnant — of my visit with Kelsi, another social worker at work — was left on my iPhone camera:
There are still a few remnants of magic left in this world.
Remnants of that beautiful saying and dragonfly will soon be just a memory, because Kelsi is leaving the hospital where we both work. Before she leaves (during the final remnants of Spring), I hope we fulfill the remnants of a shared hope: Kelsi co-leading a “Coping and Healing” therapy group with me next week.
Both coping and healing are good remnants to leave with people, aren’t they?
For my readers who might like some remnants of my audition last night in Concord Massachusetts USA for the Stephen Sondheim musical “Follies,” here they are:
- I sang in front of a dozen people, without fainting!
- I spoke in front of a dozen people, without fainting!
- I’ll find out, on Friday, whether I’m one of the remnants of the auditions.
- Here are some remnants of things I wrote down last night, while I was awaiting my turn:
Cognitive distortions: letting go of comparing myself to other people here. Or, compare yourself to other people in the world who are scared right now. “The glass is already broken” — I’ve already done my audition and it was GREAT. Show up, be gentle, and tell the truth. My goal is to try out and I am losing my investment in getting a part. This is part of the process of my letting go of fear. Reframe: other people’s beautiful voices are not “a problem” for me, but rather something I can enjoy. What does competitiveness do to joy?
If you have any remnants of confusion from any writing remnants from me, please leave a remnant of your visit with a comment, below.
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Remnants of sleep often elude me these days, perhaps because of:
- Remnants from my recent, heart-related surgery,
- Remnants of thoughts,
- Remnants of feelings,
- Remnants from the past,
- Remnants of the new day’s sun, bursting through our bedroom windows (which have no remnants of black-out curtains).
Here are some remnants of today I may be blogging about tomorrow:
- My work, during the morning, as an individual and group therapist at a Boston teaching hospital.
- Taking care of remnants of uncompleted tasks, like writing a recommendation for a former student.
- Attending “Simply Sondheim” at the Boston Pops tonight, with my 17-year-old son Aaron and my ex-sister-in-law Deborah.
- Getting more and better remnants of sleep.
A remnant of my blogging requirements for today is choosing a song about “Remnants.”
Here are two remnants of my search for “memories” on YouTube:
Large remnants of gratitude to Kelsi, dragonflies, magic, those who cope and heal in groups (and elsewhere), all the kind people at my audition last night, Stephen Sondheim, my son Aaron, my ex-sister-in-law Deborah, My Morning Jacket, the Temptations, André Tanneberger (ATB), and you — of course! — for any remnants you bring and/or leave behind, here and now.