Posts Tagged With: Brian Wilson

Day 2363: You can’t change other people’s behaviors

 

You can’t change other people’s behaviors.  You can only change your reactions to them and/or your own behaviors.

You can’t change my behaviors, including

  • blogging daily,
  • working hard, and
  • sharing my photos, including these:

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I can’t change Michael’s behaviors, which include monogramming my slice of left-over gelato cake last night.

You can’t change my flying to Chicago today to spend the weekend with group therapists from the American Group Psychotherapy Association, but you can wish me a safe trip.

We can’t change Brian Wilson‘s behaviors, but we can wish him a happy belated birthday and appreciate his music.

 

Keep an eye on summer, because it begins today!

I can’t change your commenting behaviors, but I’ll appreciate any comment you leave.

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Day 944: Putting down weights

Yesterday, I put down some weights of past regrets and future fear, which allowed me to be more in the present with painter extraordinaire, Zsolt Pesti.


Zsolt — who had previously done a weightily great job painting the entire weighty exterior of our home, with his weightily fabulous crew — came back yesterday to repair the weighty damage done in March by an insulation company,  which has been weighing on my mind since around the time of my weighty surgery in May.

Wait! Perhaps I should show you some weighty examples of that damage, which I’ve been waiting to get repaired (without the weight of any further money paid out by me):

    

Zsolt — during our brief but weighty conversation yesterday — inspired the weighty title of today’s post, responding to my telling him I was a group psychotherapist by labeling  me

A weight putter downer

… which reminded me of this

from a few weighty posts back, and which is a label much nicer and less weighty than other labels I’ve written about in this blog.

Zsolt

with his weighty smile, helped me put down weights in many ways yesterday. For example, when I told Zsolt — a short wait after I took that last picture — that he seemed like a guy remarkably  unburdened  by the weights of stress, anxiety, and worry, he told me this weightily great joke:

There was a guy who always stayed calm, no matter what, and one day a friend asked him how he managed that. He said, “Oh, I hired somebody to do all my worrying for me.”

“Really? That’s amazing! How much do you pay him?”

“$10,000 a week.”

“What!!??! How can you afford that?”

“I let him worry about it.”

How would you weigh in about Zsolt’s  joke?

For the rest of the day, I put down weights by taking more photos.

Why wait? Here they are:

  

To relieve the weight of any confusion here, last night my bf Michael and I  went out to dinner and saw a movie about Beach Boy Brian Wilson. Brian Wilson — who gained a lot of weight and stayed in bed for many years,  dealing  with the weights of  mental illness, over-medication, and a weightily controversial and expensive psychotherapist  — recovered enough to reconnect with his own weighty musical genius and with the outside world.

Here’s Brian Wilson, singing the title song of the movie Michael and I saw last night:

You can watch that weightily wonderful video of “Love and Mercy” on YouTube.

Wait! There are a few more weighty things I want to say, before I put down and publish this post. This weekend, I have been putting down weights of stress about:

  • The cancellation of a follow-up appointment with a sleep specialist this Wednesday, which I’ve been anxiously waiting for, for many weighty weeks,
  • Preparing for my trip to Scotland, now a weighty 10 days away,
  • Preparing for a presentation about my therapy groups, on the first day of my weighty two-week vacation, and
  • Preparing for my high school class’s 45th reunion, in September.

And I’ve been doing all that weight-putting-down without the weighty payments of  $10,000 a week to a worry specialist!

Weighty thanks to Michael, Zsolt, the Zsolt Pesti painting posse, Brian Wilson, Love and Mercy, West Newton in Massachusetts USA, all the weighty and weightless things that helped me write this post, and you — of course! — for putting down weights to read this post, today.

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