Day 1410: Let it out

Yesterday, when I was letting it out at cardiac rehab, Danise let it out, like so:

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Danise — who helps people, like me, who are recovering from cardiac surgeries let it out on exercise machines and in other healing ways  — let it out by telling me about a dream she’d had the night before.  After the TV coverage let it out that Donald Trump was on his way to winning the U.S. presidential election, Danise dreamed she found Hillary Clinton in her home flipping things over (as Danise is demonstrating, above). In her dream,  Danise  said to Hillary, “Let it out, girl! ”

After I let it out with Danise and others at cardiac rehab, I went home where I let it out with our two cats. I also let it out by turning on the TV, where I was privileged to witness Hillary Clinton letting it out with her  concession speech.

I have to let it out with you, my dear readers, that when I typed that previous sentence, I erroneously wrote “acceptance” rather than “concession.” As my boyfriend Michael and I have been letting it out with each other after the shock of the election result,  we’ve discussed how the stages of grief include denial.

Speaking of the stages of grief, my son Aaron sent me these messages, yesterday, from Scotland:

very very odd

it feels like someone died

Michael, Aaron, and I then let it out with each other during two extended FaceTime sessions.

On Facebook yesterday, I let it out by posting quotes by H.L. Mencken, including these:

“On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”

“The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary. ”

“For every complex problem there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong.”

I also let it out on Facebook by posting this recent, pre-election clip where Patton Oswalt let it out  that grieving in public is therapeutic:

I also believe that letting it out — where “it” includes all your feelings —  is therapeutic.  I will let it out, now, that if I didn’t believe that, I would not have become a psychotherapist nor would I have started this daily blog.

One more way I let it out on Facebook the day after the U.S. election:

I made it through open heart surgery for this?

I think it’s time to let it out by including all my other photos from yesterday:

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If you have  thoughts or feelings about this post, please let it out in a comment, below.

I hope I let it out how grateful I am to all who help me let it out in this daily blog and to you — of course! — for being with me as I let it out, here and now.

 

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22 thoughts on “Day 1410: Let it out

  1. Love this post. It is so good to hear about the reliable ways you lovingly connect to the people you meet in this world. For me, Your story illustrates how your open heart, respect and curiosity affirm the reciprocity in your interactions – the love and recognition of humanity helps take care of all involved. Love you, Ann, so glad we are on the planet together.

  2. My friend Leigh at Not Sassy on the Inside shared a loving kindness meditation she is enacting to Let it Out — I think it’s really powerful.

    https://bluegrassnotes.wordpress.com/2016/11/10/j2p-peace-begins-with-me/

    Sometimes letting it out is the only way to ensure our hearts don’t give out — and I’m so grateful Denise is helping you let it out! ❤

  3. I am thoroughly enjoying reading about letting it all out, and looking at your photos. Namaste, motherf#cker made me laugh.

  4. The Little Free Library picture reminds me of my desire these past few days to buy several copies of The Epic of Gilgamesh and scatter them around. I first read that story when I was grieving because someone pointed out to me that, following the death of his friend Enkidu, Gilgamesh goes through shock, anger, depression–in the story he wanders for days in a realm of total darkness–bargaining, and finally acceptance. I’ve never forgotten that.
    Your question, “I made it through open heart surgery for this?” however reminded me of something else I had forgotten but which makes me smile even in a realm of darkness. I hope it does the same for you.

  5. Don’t worry. It’s only politics. Hopefully, next time Adam West and Burt Ward will stand on one side of the election, and face a challenge from the Ninja Turtles (the two whose names I can remember, Donatello and that other one)

    • I’ll let it out that I can’t remember the names of the Ninja Turtles either, although I think they might be Italian artists like Michelangelo and Raphael. I’ll now let it out that your comment helped me worry less.

  6. It’s healthy, to let it out, even a boxing match can be actually be therapeutic:

  7. That Mencken! So trenchant and so funny. It’s good to be reminded of him. Just remember. There’s another election in two years.

  8. I vote for National Cake Day being EVERYDAY!! ❤

  9. Your son is correct.

  10. Its good to let it out Ann. The next step takes a bit longer. 💕

  11. hello ann koplow its dennis the vizsla dog hay evry fore yeerz my dada gits pizza and sits and watches the elekshun reezults he has dun this for like ever but this time he only got thru a kuple of slices and then he lost his apetite and had to tern off the teevee and go owt to the stoodio insted!!! i think he shud hav given me the pizza wen he left if he didnt want it ennymore dont yoo think so too??? ok bye

    • Hello Dennis. Maybe your dada should have given you the pizza, but I totally git how he’s feeling. Love to you both. ok bye

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