Two notable and different sports events happened yesterday in Boston: (1) The Boston Marathon (usually held in April) and (2) the Red Sox, against all odds, defeating the Tampa Bay Rays to advance in the American baseball playoffs. Here’s some reporting from ESPN about the unlikely Red Sox win:
I never played sports because of my heart condition, but as somebody once said, “If you can’t play a sport, be a sport.” Can you see sports in my images for today, many of which I took while going for a three-hour walk yesterday?
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “sports”:
Be a sport and leave a comment, okay?
If gathering and expressing gratitude were a sport, I’d be an elite athlete!
When I was young, my mood for a day seemed to depend on how the Boston Red Sox were doing. If my favorite baseball team won, I had a good mood for a day. If they lost, I had a bad mood for a day. Many other people have had their moods for a day affected by the Red Sox; I’m not the only one who has had “Red Sox bipolar disorder.”
These days, my mood for a day seems to depend on the state of the U.S. November election. If it looks like my candidates are going to win, my mood is good for a day; if it looks like they are going to lose, my mood for a day is bad. I’m sure I’m not alone in this kind of daily mood disorder, either.
There are other things that influence my mood for a day. Can you see any of them in my recent moody photos?
Our moody kitty Harley recently showed an unexpected mood for a day — Harley jumped up on the sofa between my camera-shy husband and moody me and rubbed his head against my hand. That definitely improved my mood for a day and more. Yesterday, in the midst of many moods for the day, I said to Michael: “Harley hanging out with us and asking me to pat him was THE BEST.”
Face it, I’ve written many blog posts about faces during these many year(s) of living non-judgmentally. I think and write so much about faces because our experiences of faces are vitally important to human beings as we develop and grow.
I do have the space to explain what inspired today’s title.
My phone has space for that ukulele app and I have space to tell you that, six months ago, I never thought I would need or have a ukulele space. There was space in my life for a ukulele, even though I never imagined a ukulele in my space.
What am I trying to say in this space? Something that somebody had the space to say in a therapy group yesterday: “You never know.” I have the space to say that a different way: “Expect the unexpected.”
There’s space for my other photos from yesterday.
Forget trying to find a parking space near Fenway Park yesterday.
I often feel unprepared, so I was unprepared to see this on a white board yesterday:
I erased “unprepared …” to prepare the board for the topics raised by the members of the Wednesday morning therapy group:
Are you unprepared or prepared for television, the paranormal, travel, gratitude, hope, sleep, pain, noise, too much, too little, what’s going on, advertising, commercials, cold weather, fortune telling, preferences, traffic, reasons, relatives, pros, cons, expectations, art, self care, care of others, falling, keeping people in check, the news, banks, food, nourishment, referendums, cars, healing, what people say, what people don’t say, work, tests, the hospital, where you are, tears, laughter, psychics, the future, the past, or the present?
Unprepared for my other photos from yesterday?
Are you unprepared for fall, for a cinnamon fig latte, or for seeing a duck in the clouds? What are you unprepared for, here and now?
I am prepared to say that when I am unprepared, I fake it until I make it.
I was unprepared to stay up this late on a Wednesday night, but the fourth Boston Red Sox/Houston Astros Playoff game is still going on at 1:09 AM.
relating to a president or presidency.
“the French presidential election”
having a bearing or demeanor befitting a president; dignified and confident.
“America wants a president who looks presidential”
Do you believe that America wants a president who looks presidential?
This president-elect of a group psychotherapy organization needs a presidential photo.
Which of those looks the most presidential to you?
Are any of the following photos (taken by a soon-to-be-president) dignified. confident, or otherwise presidential?
This month’s big presidential question IS where do we go from here?
This president-elect is going from here to Chicago today, for a gathering of other group psychotherapy presidents. Here is Chicago asking “Where Do We Go from Here?”
Presidential thanks to all who helped me create this presidential post and — of course! — to YOU.