For the first time yesterday, I
- was vulnerable in a two-day process group at a yearly group therapy conference without subsequently feeling any shame at all,
- told people in the group that it was National Be Nasty Day as an invitation to people (especially the women) to accept all our feelings, including anger,
- went to Sarge’s Deli,
- talked to somebody at Sarge’s about the fabulous Dr. Irwin Corey, who was a regular customer there,
- saw the musical Six, and
- posted this question about doing things for the first time on Twitter.
For the first time, I’m going to be nasty and post an annoying response to one of my Twitter questions:
For the first time, I’m going to say that I really don’t appreciate the characterization of “tiresome question” and the claim of posing “a better question” despite the reality that we really don’t know if we’re doing something for the last time. For the first time, I’m going to admit my petty glee that not one person has responded to that tweet.
I am posting all these other images for the first time.
For the first time, I know what Bang-Clang Day means, which commemorates something being done for the first time.
For the first time, I’m sharing this video:
Thanks to everyone who helps me have the courage to do things for the first time, including YOU.