Day 2635: Who is it for?

Before I reveal something about myself in a therapy group, I ask myself “Who is it for?”

If the answer is that it’s mostly for me, I will not share the information. If I believe that it’s mostly for the group, I will use self-disclosure.

Yesterday morning, while I was feeling very sad about the death of jazz pianist Lyle Mays, I was listening to a jazz program on WHRB, the Harvard radio station.  I decided to call them and tell them about the death of Lyle.  Who was it for?  It was for me and for any fans of Lyle who might be listening.

As I suspected, the two Harvard students who were DJ-ing  the morning jazz program on WHRB were not familiar with Lyle, but they did this for me:   they announced his death on air and played one of his tunes.  Then it was for me and for the other listeners who called in that they abandoned their scheduled playlist and shared lots of Lyle.

One of the tunes they played yesterday morning was “It’s For You.”

When I first heard about Lyle’s death Monday night, a melancholy melodic phrase from “It’s For You” filled my head, but I couldn’t remember the name of the tune.  It’s for you and for me that I share a live version of “It’s For You” now.

 

It’s for you that I take and share my recent photos.

Who was that delicious and nutritious meal for? It was for me and my husband Michael as we watched the returns from the New Hampshire primary last night.

Who is it for when I blog every day?  In case you didn’t know, it’s for you AND for me.

Day 2570: What time is it?

What time is it?

It’s time for cats to look at clocks, if not kings.

It’s time for me to explain that “a cat may look at a king” means that “even someone of low status has rights. A cat may look at a king implies that all people have certain minimal rights by virtue of being alive.”

It’s time to reaffirm those rights.

It’s time for another picture of Harley.

It’s time for me to share that Michael observed at the time that Harley evoked  “King of New York” from Newsies. Then, it was time for me to sing “Look at me! I’m the king of this couch.”

It’s time for “King of New York” from Newsies.

It’s time for the Broadway version  of “King of New York.”

It’s time for Queens of New York, too.

It’s time for signs and possibilities.

It’s time for a good meal.

Then, it’s time for dessert!

It’s time for Ferrero Rocher gelato.

It’s time for me to repeat a few of my song lyrics from yesterday:

Ferrero Rocher, Ferrero Rocher.

That gets stuck in my mouth along the way.

Ferrero Rocher, Ferrero Rocher.

So easy to eat and so hard to say.

© Ann Koplow, 2019

It’s hard to say what time it is, because we’re all in different places and time changes so rapidly. However, I do know that  it’s time for me to get ready for work.

I hope it’s time for you to leave a comment.

Of course, it’s always time for hope and gratitude.

 

Day 2497: Who’s crazy?

As a pysychotherapist, I’m supposed to be an expert on crazy.  There are times when my patients seem a lot less crazy to me than other people I’m seeing around me.   Now is one of those times.

Who’s crazy in my photos from yesterday?

Here‘s Patsy Cline singing “Crazy.”

My boyfriend Michael tells me that the original title of that song was “Stupid.” Is he crazy?  He’s been singing that other version like crazy, lately.

Whether things are stupid or crazy right now, I’m still grateful for everybody who helped me create today’s blog post, including YOU.

 

Day 2293: Too little, too much, just right.

I have too little time this morning to write my daily blog post, because I got too much sleep last night.  I hope this post and the rest of my morning turns out just right.

Yesterday, in a therapy group, someone talked about the fear of being “too much” for others — afraid that others would have too little patience to deal with  too much moodiness, neediness, intimacy, fear, and imperfection.

I’ve probably said too much in my groups about people being afraid of being or saying too much or too little. People seem to have too little capacity to recognize that they’re just right.

Do you see too little or too much in my photos from yesterday?

If those photos are too little, you can make them larger without too much effort — just click on them.

Thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and to you — of course! — for being just right.