This place matters, because we’re here, now.
Your place matters, no matter where you are.
This place in downtown Boston matters:
The place where I’m writing this blog matters, even though we’re leaving it this summer. Yesterday, I took care of legal matters in selling this place.
The law matters, every place.
My office — where people learn to recognize and reduce cognitive distortions — matters.
I placed that sign back up on my office wall yesterday, because those cognitive distortions matter. Does it matter that I’ve placed parentheses around the feelings caused by those all-too-common human and automatic thoughts?
Do these photos of other places matter?
The meals that Michael places on our plates matter, because they are SO delicious.
Searching “this place” on YouTube matters.
When I was in a difficult place as a kid, seeing David McCallum on The Man from U.N.C.L.E. mattered a lot to me.
Your comments make this place matter much, much more.
Gratitude matters! That’s why I place it at the end of every post. Many thanks to all who help me place my daily blog on WordPress and — of course! — to you, for placing yourself here.
Yes! I loved David MCallum. And Roger Moore on The Saint. It mattered to me seeing The Monkees every Saturday morning and The Partridge Family every evening. Things that break the monotony of a sometimes unhappy life do matter. You matter. This matters. We matter. We are matter and that must matter. 😀