work during a heat wave when our central air conditioning system is not working because of a broken capacitor.
After reaching out to many HVAC repair people since Saturday, we finally found one who had the capacity to respond to our requests, to show up last night at 10 PM without charging us overtime rates, and to diagnose and fix the problem in less than 30 minutes.
Many other HVAC experts did not have the capacity to respond to our pleas for help and one with a very good rating online didn’t have the capacity to show up yesterday as he had promised or to call us and let us know.
Now our central air conditioning system with its new capacitor has the capacity to cool us down on another 90 degree+ day.
Two days ago, my post was self-destructive. Today, I’m writing about self inoculation, which is effectively preparing yourself for troubles ahead.
Yesterday, in a therapy session when we were talking about self-hatred, people committed to each other that the next time they did, felt, or thought something that triggered self-hatred, they would take a deep breath and love (or at least LIKE) themselves instead. In essence, people were self inoculating against a known destructive response.
This morning, before I got on the scale, I self inoculated by saying this to myself: “No matter what that number is, I am going to welcome it. That number is not going to affect my self worth.”
Blogging, for me, is another example of self inoculation. With each daily post, I am preparing myself for troubles ahead — refreshing my resilience. That’s why blogging has been such a priority for me over the past eight years.
Do you see any examples of self inoculation in today’s images?
As The Daily Bitch shows us, sometimes the way we self inoculate might cause trouble for other people.
In the training group I attended this weekend, we discussed, enacted, acknowledged, and healed people’s deprivation.
Lest there be a deprivation of definition here, here’s a definition of deprivation:
The deprivation we addressed in the training group “Developing Resilient Group Leadership” was not of the material kind. It was the deprivation of emotional validation, physical contact, and unconditional love. I got to address some personal early deprivation by expressing my feelings and needs safely, by telling people I loved them, and by receiving love back.
Do you see any supportive and loving places in my photos from yesterday?
Supportive and loving places are created by supportive and loving people and those are two of them: Joe, who is the MC of the Jam’n Java Open Mic, and Nat, who has appeared in this blog here, here, here, here, and here.
Nat sent me these supportive and loving messages after my performance:
Nat: So much fun!!! Sooooo on point. Some governmental agency should pay you to use that as a public safety announcement.
Me: You should be my manager!
Nat: Easiest management gig ever – your awesomeness promotes itself! You should put that on YouTube at least.
Me: I will!
And I did.
What are your supportive and loving places?
Gratitude and appreciation create supportive and loving places, so thanks to everyone, including YOU!!!
Yesterday, USA Thanksgiving 2020, I spent part of the day counting and recounting the numbers in my blog posts. As you probably know, I’ve been counting the days in my post titles for many years. Even though I am careful to count accurately (because accuracy and truth count), none of us can count on perfection.
As I was counting past blogging days, I found I had lost count on a day when I was focusing on the loss of my friend, Eleanor, who counted very much to me and on whom I could always count. Once I found that error in the count, I did a recount and now, I think, the count is accurate. However, I wouldn’t completely count on it.
Besides fixing the blogging count, I spent much of Thanksgiving day telling people who count (including YOU) how thankful I am for them.
What counts in my photos from yesterday ?
When I was recounting my posts, I found some words that counted a lot, including that Turkish proverb on Turkey Day. I know I am not alone in counting the days until the Axe is no longer President of the USA.
For those of you who count on puns, now it’s time for me to axe for comments, below.