I don’t want to
- go outside when it’s “historically” cold,
- move my left arm,
- waste time,
- watch the news,
- check my mail,
- worry about the future,
- dwell on the past,
- offend people,
- get hurt,
- squelch feelings,
- do much of anything, or
- complain (too late!)
I do want to
- blog and
- share my photos from yesterday.
No offense, but do cats — modern or otherwise — really need a lifestyle magazine?
I don’t want to be judgmental, but people who say “No Offense” are often offensive.
I don’t want to listen to music, but I will anyway.
I don’t want to set the world on fire, but we could all use a little warmth.
I don’t want to end this post without expressing my sincere thanks to the Ink Spots, to everyone else who helped me write this post, and — of course! — to YOU.
Categories: personal growth, photojournalism, therapy
Tags: "I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire", "No Offense", historical cold, Modern Cat Magazine, New England weather, self forgiveness, subzero temperatures, The Ink Spots, Yogi Tea
Yesterday morning, somebody in therapy talked about feeling trapped and how that affects anxiety.
Later in the day, we heard how people in New York City were trapped, injured, and killed in a pedestrian pathway .
This morning, I’m reading how New Yorkers are refusing to be trapped by terror.
Here’s how we worked on feeling trapped yesterday:
What do you do when you’re feeling trapped?
Do any of my other images relate to being trapped?
Here‘s the New York Halloween Parade from last night, after the terrible attack.
My deepest sympathy to all who suffered losses. Thanks to all who do their best to heal every day (including you).
When people get into therapy, they often say, “I haven’t been the same since …” and they name some life-changing event.
Personally, I haven’t been the same since …
- my first heart surgery at age 10,
- I got my first cat,
- I got my first car,
- I rode a bicycle for the first time,
- my heart valve replacement surgery last September,
- my son was born,
- my son went away to school in Scotland,
- my son returned home for Christmas,
- my son went back to school yesterday,
- I took my first disco dance lesson,
- I met my husband,
- my divorce,
- my cardiac pacemaker was recalled in 1975,
- my cardiac pacemaker/defibrillator was recalled two weeks after my valve replacement surgery in September,
- President John F. Kennedy was killed,
- Bobby Kennedy was killed,
- Martin Luther King was killed,
- John Lennon was killed,
- I went away to college,
- I was attacked by a rapist outside my apartment in Cambridge, Massachusetts,
- I first got into therapy,
- I went to film school,
- I became a therapist,
- Barack Obama was elected President of the United States,
- Donald Trump was elected President of the United States,
- I met my boyfriend Michael,
- I first saw Gene Kelly dance,
- I heard my first pun,
- I made my first pun,
- I attended Berklee School of Music for a summer program when I was in high school,
- I worked on the recruitment tape for Berklee College of Music in the 1990s,
- I did stand-up comedy at an Open Mic,
- my son performed stand-up comedy at an Open Mic,
- I had my first cup of cocoa with marshmallows,
- my father died,
- my mother-in-law died,
- my mother died,
- my father-in-law died on Friday,
- I encountered Mexican food for the first time,
- I had my first black raspberry ice cream cone,
- I saw my first palm tree,
- I started blogging,
- I got my first comment on this blog,
- I bought my first personal computer during the 1980s,
- I wrote computer manuals in the 1970s,
- I slept out under the stars in Monument Valley,
- I went cross country by bus,
- I attended the Edinburgh Festival Fringe,
- I heard Pat Metheny play guitar,
- I sang in front of people,
- I met every person who is important to me,
- I saw my first Stephen Sondheim musical,
- I first heard the band Steely Dan over the sound system at a Cambridge store, playing this song …
- and countless other events.
I haven’t been the same since all those things happened and yet I’m still the same person.
I haven’t been the same since I took all these photos:
Give the happiness of a comment and I will end up happy.
I haven’t been the same since I first learned to express gratitude, so many thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and to you — of course! — for being changed and yet the same, every moment.
Categories: heart condition, personal growth, therapy
Tags: "Do it Again", cardiac pacemaker, change, Congenitally Corrected Transposition of the Great Arteries, life-changing events, open heart surgery, rancatore's ice cream, resilience, Steely Dan, traumatic events
Four years ago, when my expectations for this blog were that I would write one post every day for only one year, I published my first post about expectations.
My expectations, here and now, include the following:
- I’ve learned more about expectations since then.
- Most people have expectations for themselves and for others.
- It helps to be aware of expectations and to check them out with other people.
- Expectations are a form of fortune-telling about the future.
- My regular readers probably have expectations about the kinds of photos I include in this blog.
How did those photos match your expectations?
My expectation is that I’ll find appropriate music for this post on YouTube.
I expect that any comment from you would exceed my expectations.
Any expectations about how I might end this post?
Categories: personal growth, photojournalism, therapy
Tags: "Expectation", Animal puppets, Broken tail rescue, fortune telling, home, managing expecations, Tame Impala, Whole Foods, Yogi Tea