Day 2604: Creepy Photo!

It’s creepy how a headline like “Creepy Photo!” can make us look at a tabloid  like The National Enquirer.

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I saw that  creepy photo at the supermarket last night, after exchanging goodbyes with my son’s girlfriend Widad  and my son Aaron.

Do any of these other images, captured on a creepily warm and unseasonable winter’s day and night,  make you say, “Creepy Photo!”?

 

It’s not creepy to enlarge any of those photos to see which ones you think are creepy.

Moments after I took that last creepy photo of a vacuum cleaner on a dark and windy night under the wolf moon, I saw an animal walking by us which didn’t look particularly creepy to me. My husband Michael, who seemed creeped out, said quietly, “It’s a coyote.”   Michael thought it would be creepy if I tried to take a creepy photo of it, so we kept walking.  The coyote changed direction, which Michael thought was very creepy.  Seconds later, we noticed four other coyotes creeping down a hill to join the first one.  Michael told me to keep walking without looking at the creepy pack. When we saw somebody further down the street walking a small dog, we told him about the creepy group of  five coyotes we had passed. He said, “I guess they’re out enjoying this warm weather just like us. This little guy would make a nice snack for them” and he kept walking,  which some people might have found creepy.

It would be creepy if YouTube had something called “Creepy Photo!”

If you want to see more creepy photos, there are dozens of Creepy Photo videos on YouTube.

No more creepy photos here, just thanks to all who helped me create this “Creepy Photo!” post and to all who are reading it, including YOU!

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Day 2603: Goodbyes

Good grief, readers, I CANNOT BELIEVE that in all the thousands of posts I’ve written here that I have NEVER written about Goodbyes before.  (I did, however, write a good enough post about “Closure” during my good first year of blogging and good closure is important for a good goodbye.)

It’s good that I’m writing about Goodbyes now because today I’m saying goodbyes to my good son Aaron, who is returning to his good school in Edinburgh and also goodbyes to his good girlfriend Widad who is leaving for the good city of New York before she returns to her good school in Scotland.

In my good work as a psychotherapist, I often ask good people how they tend to say goodbyes. Most people say, “I’m not good at goodbyes.”

Are you good at goodbyes?

I wonder if any of my good photos from yesterday relate to goodbyes.

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My good husband took a photo of good Aaron, good Widad, and good enough me last night when we were having some good goodbye gelato after our good goodbye dinner.

Here’s a really good photo of Widad’s good cat Casper, who is home in the good country of Jordan.

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Last night, my good husband asked my good son’s good girlfriend if he had told her anything about me before she met me and her good reply was this: “He told me that you were good to talk to.”

There are many good songs about goodbyes on YouTube and here is one of them, by the good Jorja Smith (who was featured in this post from a good two days ago):

Because some of my good readers (probably in Great Britain) can’t see Vevo videos, here’s another one of that good song.

 

What makes good goodbyes is expressing appreciation, so good thanks to all who help me create good posts, including YOU!

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Day 2602: What’s the matter with me?

What’s the matter with me, that I’ve written three posts  (here, here, and here) with the title “What’s wrong with me?”  over the last seven years?

What’s the matter with me, that one day after I lost and found my wallet, I dropped a New Yorker tote bag with my marriage certificate while I was walking to work in the extreme cold, even though that marriage certificate matters so much to me?

What’s the matter with me, that I was considering titling this post “What would Freud say?”

What’s the matter with me, that I’m explaining losing track of important things by telling myself that I’m so concentrated on not losing my wedding ring (which is too big) that I’m dropping other things?

What’s the matter with me, that I have SO MANY things to keep track of every day?

What’s the matter with me, that I’m sharing only these photos from yesterday?

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What’s the matter with me, that I’m losing track of so many things these days but can still hear this song in my head?

What’s the matter with me, that

  • I’m sad that Sam Cooke died so young,
  • I’m anxious about so many matters in today’s news,
  • I tell people in my therapy groups that anxiety about forgetting makes us forget even more, and
  • when people ask me “What’s wrong with me?” I answer “nothing.”

If you comment on what you think is the matter with anything, that will matter to me.

What’s the matter with me, that I always end every post with gratitude?

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Day 2601: Lost and Found

Six years ago, on Valentine’s Day, I wrote another “Lost and Found” post, “dedicated to my boyfriend/inamorato/whatever Michael.” I’ve lost the need to use those words to describe Michael since we found ourselves calling each other husband and wife on December 27, 2019.

Yesterday, I realized I had lost my wallet when I was at a doctor’s appointment. I immediately lost all focus on everything else. I found the memory of looking in my wallet to make sure I hadn’t lost the card I needed for the doctor’s visit while I was walking by Fenway Park (where the Boston Red Sox lost lots of games before they found themselves in the World Series).  I figured I lost the wallet soon after that.

I found the phone number of somebody I thought might be able to help me find what I’d lost. Here’s the phone conversation of me trying not to lose it:

Person Answering Phone: Hello?

Me: Hello!  I need to reach the Ipswich Garage.

P.A.P.: This is not the Ipswich Garage. This is the parking office.

Me: I know!  I need to talk to somebody at the Ipswich Garage. I’ve lost my wallet!

P.A.P.: You can’t call the garage.

Me: I need to contact them.  I think I dropped my wallet while I was walking to the garage.

P.A.P.  I can call the garage. What do you want me to tell them?

Me: Tell them I dropped my wallet. I think it’s near the statues outside of Fenway Park.

P.A.P.: If your wallet is not in the garage, they can’t help you.

Me (losing the ability to express myself in words): Arrrghhh!

P.A.P.  Give me your phone number.

Have you ever lost your wallet?  I was thinking about all the time lost in the future, cancelling credit cards, getting a new license, etc. etc.  I lost the ability to be in the present as the medical assistance tried to measure my blood pressure (she couldn’t).  When I walked into my doctor’s office, I told her I’d lost my wallet and wanted to leave to look for it. My doctor, whom I luckily found eleven years ago (and whom you can find posts about here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here), found a lot of empathy for my situation and told me to go. At that moment, my cell phone rang.

Me: Hello?

P.A.P.: Hello. They found your wallet.

Me: I love you.

P.A.P.: Thank you.

Here’s the lost-and-found wallet:

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That wallet is made out of recycled billboards and I’m so glad it was found. (If you click on the link in the previous sentence, you’ll find that the wallet was lost and found before.)

Here are all the other new photos I’ve found on my phone this morning:

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I’m so glad I found

when “I” becomes “we,” “illness” becomes “wellness”

… which was posted on Facebook yesterday by a group therapist I love.

I’ve found a lot of tunes titled “Lost and Found” on YouTube. Here’s one of them, by Jorja Smith:

 

I’m hoping to have found comments about this lost-and-found post in the near future.

No matter what I’ve lost and found over the years, it’s always been easy for me to find gratitude. Thanks to all who helped me find what I needed to create todays post, including YOU.

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Day 2600: Getting along

Yesterday, in my Coping and Healing group, the members talked about what’s going on in the world, expressing the wish that different people could be sitting down, sharing, and getting along.

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What’s the secret to getting along? According to the group members yesterday, it’s listening to each other with respect.

I need to be getting along to work early this morning, so here are all my other photos from yesterday:

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Here‘s “Getting Along” by the Swedish band Royal Republic:

 

What are your thoughts and feelings about getting along?

I won’t be getting along without gratitude to all who help me create this daily blog, including YOU.

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Day 2599: Anxiety’s moments

Yesterday, many moments after creating Day 2598: Moments you dream about, I heard the 1970s Chicago tune, Anxiety’s Moment …

… which lasts only a few moments.

In the 1970s, I had several anxiety’s moments, including when I heard about Chicago’s wonderful singer-guitarist-songwriter Terry Kath‘s  untimely death from “an accidental gunshot wound to the head.”  That still causes anxiety’s moment when I think about it  in this moment.

In these very early moments of the 2020s, many people are already expressing lots of anxiety’s moments.  Are you one of them?

Do any of my photos from yesterday add to or relieve anxiety’s moment?

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Please no lectures but please do take a moment to leave a comment about this anxiety’s moments post.

As always, I relieve anxiety’s moments by expressing my gratitude to all who help me create this daily blog, including YOU.

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Moments after I published this post, I found this video on YouTube, which includes many amazing moments with Chicago and the Beach Boys:

 

 

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Day 2598: Moments you dream about

Because there are so many moments you nightmare about in today’s news, I choose to focus on moments you dream about in today’s blog post.

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I snapped that photo during some dreamy moments food shopping last night with my husband Michael. Many moments later, Michael produced more food moments to dream about.

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Earlier in the day, I had some moments to dream about …

  • planning a 50th high school reunion to dream about with Butch and Barton,

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  • taking photos to dream about from Barton’s and Michael’s cell phones, and

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  • distracting myself from possible future world nightmares with these other moments you dream about at our local supermarket.

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Yay today (despite the clouds) for all the moments you dream about.

Here‘s “These Dreams” by Heart, with dreamy vocals, instruments, and other moments to dream about.

I dream about comments from you, so please take some moments to leave one, below.

I spent many moments yesterday look for expressions of gratitude to dream about, like these:

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Day 2597: Fabulous people

Even though I’ve met so many fabulous people in my life (and please see every one of my previous blog posts for fabulous proof of this), I’ve never written a post with the title “Fabulous people” before.

Why that fabulous title on this fabulous day?

Last night, I met a fabulous person at a fabulous The Great Gatsby/Roaring Twenties-themed birthday party planned by my fabulous niece Laura for her fabulous daughter, Victoria. I told that fabulous person  that my blog featured fabulous people and that “Fabulous people” would probably be the name of today’s post.

Here’s that fabulous person, pictured with fabulous host Laura and then with her  fabulous husband:

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She told me that she thought that “The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally” was a fabulous name for a blog. It would be so fabulous if she reads this!

Another fabulous person in today’s blog is Widad, who is my fabulous son Aaron’s fabulous girlfriend and who is also a fabulous artist.

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Also pictured above is my long-time, fabulous friend Ada. She and her fabulous husband Johnny brought over a fabulous wedding cake for me and my fabulous husband Michael yesterday.

Johnny, who did not want his picture taken, kept telling me that he thought my hair looked fabulous.

I’ve got more fabulous fotos of fabulous people from yesterday. Are you ready, my fabulous readers?

My fabulous niece Laura made the fabulous food in the foto directly above.  And doesn’t fabulous birthday girl Victoria ….

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… look FABULOUS?!!

Last night, I kept asking people where they got their fabulous outfits and I kept hearing this fabulous answer: “Amazon!”

I think it’s fabulous that one fabulous person was dressed as the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock in The Great Gatsby .

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I also think that fabulous blogger (and fabulous reader of this blog) Christopher Waldrop will especially appreciate that fabulous Great Gatsby reference, which brings me to my last fabulous new foto for today:

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Fabulous Christopher has a fabulous story in that fabulous book, which I think is soooo fabulous (and so fabulously deserved).

Is there any fabulous moral for today’s fabulous story?  Maybe just this: Spend as much time with fabulous people as you can in your fabulous life, because life is short (no matter how fabulously long it seems).

Here‘s “Young and Beautiful” by the fabulous Lana Del Rey, from the 2013 movie The Great Gatsby:

I can’t say whether that film is fabulous or not, because I haven’t seen it.

Fabulous thanks to all who help me create all my “fabulous people” posts, including YOU!

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Day 2596: Adults

In all the thousands of daily blog posts this adult has written over the past seven years, there’s been only one blog post with “adult” in the title. That was Day 1466: Adulting, posted ALMOST EXACTLY three years ago today (but which adults are counting … and why?).

Adults (according to this adult):

  • make mistakes,
  • admit they’ve made mistakes, and
  • learn from their mistakes.

Here’s what other adults have said about adults:

The value of marriage is not that adults produce children, but that children produce adults.  — Peter De Vries

Why did adults have to be so thick?  They always say, “tell the truth,” and when you do, they don’t believe you.  What’s the point? — Rick Riordan

“If you’re going to be a grown-up,” said Joan, “you’ve got to start thinking about grown-up things. And number one is money.” — Julian Barnes

Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up. — Stephen King

It’s only adults who read the top levels most of the time. I think children read the internal meanings of everything. — Maurice Sendak

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them. — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Some people discard their childhood like an old hat. They forget about it like a phone number that’s no longer valid. They used to be kids, then they became adults — but what are they now? Only those who grow up and continue to be children are humans. — Erich Kästner

Adults are just making things up as they go along. And when they’re scared, adults have no more answers than us kids. — Mike A. Lancaster

“You and I both know that love is for children,” he said. “We’re adults. Compatibility is for adults.”  “Compatibility is for my bluetooth and my car,” Teresa replied. “Only they get along just fine, and my car never makes my bluetooth feel like shit.” — Maggie Stiefvater

I bet if you look at the average teenager and the average adult, the average teenager has read more books in the past year than the average adult. Now of course the adult would be all like, “I’m busy, I got a job, I got stuff to do.”  WHATEVER!  READ! I mean, you’re watching CSI: Miami. Why would you be watching CSI: Miami when you could be READING CSI: Miami, the novelization? — John Green

Here are all the photos this adult took yesterday (when she could have been reading instead):

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Yesterday, I was looking forward to performing at an Open Mic, with my child (who is now an adult) in the audience.  One of my worst fears as an adult (based on an actual experience I had as a child) is to forget the words and chords when I’m in front of a audience. Last night, that worst fear came true …

… but I’m enough of an adult to be okay with it!

I’m looking forward to what adults have to say about today’s post.

I think gratitude is a very adult way to end this post, so thanks to all who help me blog every day, including YOU.

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Day 2595: Other people’s pain

Dear other people,

Are you in pain? Are you in emotional or physical pain, here and now?

How does other people’s pain affect you? Does that cause you pain?

Yesterday at work, I talked to several people who were in extreme pain. That  pained me so much that I noticed moments when I wanted to turn away from their pain. It would pain me to tell you if I had turned away from other people’s pain, but I did not. I stayed with their pain and with mine.

At last night’s Coping and Healing group, other people in pain suggested that we focus on the topic “hope” as a way to ease the pain in the room.

I take pains to protect the confidentiality of all who attend my groups, so I’ll disclose only what I wrote last night:

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In case reading that is a pain, here’s what I wrote:

HOPE

Hope is the thing with feathers.

— Emily Dickenson

Hope is what we all need.

I believe that everybody has a spark

of hope somewhere even if they’re

describing themselves as hopeless.

I think of it as an ember of heat and light

ready to ignite.

 

The worst moments of my life

have been when I’ve lost track of hope.

I’m so grateful that somehow,

I have always found it.

 

If you have everything but hope,

you have nothing.

If you have nothing but hope,

you have everything.

 

Here’s the only other photo I took yesterday:

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Does that poinsettia in the group room look like it’s in pain? It did to me, last night.

Here’s “The Hopelessness Theory of Depression” on YouTube, about other people’s pain:

 

Here‘s  “King of Pain” by The Police:

 

I facilitate five groups every week because I believe sharing pain with other people reduces that pain.  Feel free to share any pain, below.

As I say at the end of every group about other people’s pain, I am grateful that you showed up here, exactly as you are.

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