Yesterday, before people were out of my Wednesday morning therapy group, somebody said “I’m out of here” regarding a stressful, toxic family relationship.
I invited the group members to express thoughts, feelings, and associations about “I’m out of here” using words, drawings, poetry, or interpretive dance. I then did an interpretive dance of “I’m out of here” by leaving the group room to get a drink of water.
What are your thoughts, feelings, and associations about “I’m out of here”?
Let’s get yesterday’s photos out of my iPhone and into this post.
Those ducks are out of their usual element because Michael has been using a computer programming technique out of here called “Rubber Duck debugging.” He prefers to express his thoughts, while he programs, to the purple rubber duck out of Scotland (here). Why? Because it looks more interested than the Hearing Duck (which is out of here).
Here‘s Shania Twain singing “I’m Out of Here.”
I’m out of here, but not before I express thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.
I like Michael’s purple duck. Would make a great NaNoWriMo buddy for all.
I am definitely not out of here,