Progressing to work at the hospital yesterday, I saw this sign:
I will pardon your appearance if you pardon mine, because we are all works in progress.
Do you see work in progress in my other images for the day?
Our bathroom renovation has been a work in progress for 18 months, but I haven’t lost my temper. I’m looking forward to progress today with several workers showing up.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “work in progress.”
Thanks to all who support this work-in-progress blog, including YOU.
Yesterday, people I respect told me I was making the world a better place with my attend-when-you choose Coping and Healing therapy groups. They thought offering those groups to many more people and preserving my “legacy” (their word!) by writing an article about them would be making the world a better place.
Let’s see what the Daily Bitch Calendar has to say about making the world a better place.
It DOES sound exhausting, but I shall do my best at making the world a better place, one step at a time.
I hope the sharing images like these is making the world a better place.
Here’s what I find when I search YouTube for “making the world a better place.”
Thanks to all who are making the world a better place, including YOU.
doing remote therapy from my home the rest of the week,
blogging and tweeting every day,
keeping up with bills,
keeping up with technology,
maintaining my health,
doing word games,
making decisions about our upstairs shower repair,
dealing with insurance companies and contractors,
explaining things to people,
balancing my needs with the needs of others,
listening to music,
staying on top of the news even when the news is bringing me down,
rewatching movies that cheer me up, and
keeping track and taking care of those I love.
No matter how very busy I am, I can still feel guilty about all the things that I’m not doing, so maybe I need this “I am very busy” desk sign (which a co-worker showed me yesterday at the hospital).
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I am very busy, here and now, putting together the rest of this blog post.
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I am very busy trying to think of the perfect line to write here. How about this: The Daily Bitch is very busy celebrating Sourest Day.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “I am very busy.”
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Thanks to all who are very busy reading this blog post, including YOU!
If I didn’t believe that we’re stronger together than on our own, I wouldn’t be such a passionate proponent of the healing power of groups.
Yesterday, when people were stronger together in the first in-person Coping and Healing group since the beginning of COVID, I saw many stronger-together images.
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We are stronger together with scientists and researchers who keep seeking important answers.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “stronger together.”
As I prepare to facilitate my first in-person therapy group at the hospital since the beginning of the pandemic, I’m thinking of the saying “it’s just like riding a bicycle.”
“It’s just like riding a bicycle” — referring to things we used to do but haven’t done in a while — is meant to be reassuring. However, for me, riding a bicycle is tiring, uncomfortable, and possibly dangerous (because I’m on anticoagulant medication). So I hope that doing my group today is NOT just like riding a bicycle.
Do you see anything that’s just like riding a bicycle in my images for today?
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I hope that getting into work on October 17, 2022 is not just like riding a bicycle (or a bus) but rather like riding a working car, because I had to call AAA three times yesterday when my car wouldn’t start. The last AAA person, who replaced the battery but also said that my alternator is going, said “Your car has a 1000% chance of starting tomorrow.”
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “it’s just like riding a bicycle.”
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If you haven’t left a comment for a while, it’s just like riding a bicycle.
Thanks to all who helped me create this “it’s-just-like-riding-a-bicycle” post, including YOU.
As I recover from a bad reaction to the booster shot, yesterday was a better day than Friday. I’m thinking today might be even better, especially because I’ll be ZOOMing with my son Aaron and my ex-husband Leon.
Tomorrow, I’ll be facilitating my first in-person therapy group since the beginning of the pandemic and I hope that makes it a better day for approximately eight people. I’ll have markers there in case anyone wants to make the day better by drawing a facial expression on their mask.
Do you see better days in any of these images?
What could be a better day than National Dictionary Day AND Global Cat Day?
Here’s the song I keep hearing in my head as I’m writing this “Better Days” post.
Thanks to all who make my days better and brighter, including YOU.
Yesterday, as I was trying to balance my needs with other people’s needs, I
balanced providing individual and group therapy at the Boston hospital where I work,
helped prepare my two wonderful co-workers who will be covering three of my groups while I’m on vacation for two weeks,
had the delicious macaroni and cheese at the hospital cafeteria for the first time since the beginning of the pandemic (because they only serve it on Fridays and I usually work remotely from my home on Fridays),
met with my new electrophysiologist/cardiologist, Dr. Peter Zimetbaum, at the hospital where I work, and
felt very relieved about how knowledgeable, encouraging, and willing Dr. Zimetbaum was to collaborate with my long-time cardiologist, Dr. Deeb Salem, who works at a different Boston hospital.
On balance, it was a terrific day.
Do you see balance in my images for today?
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Leave it to today’s Daily Bitch to have the last word on balance.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “balance.”
I could have named this blog post differently but I didn’t. I should have enough experience after blogging daily for almost 10 years to know that the title doesn’t make or break a post.
I could have written a different opening paragraph, but that one is good enough.
Yesterday, in a therapy group, I told people that today was National Toss Away the “Could Haves” and “Should Haves” Day. I could have said more but I didn’t need to, because we often talk about tossing away unhelpful thoughts in order to live more in the moment.
Do you see any “could haves” or “should haves” in my images for today?
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I could have gotten my first dog last year but instead I chose to adopt Joan. No regrets.
This is what I find on YouTube when I search for “could haves and should haves.”
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I could and should express gratitude to all those who help me blog every day, including YOU!
I didn’t think that hard-won rights for women in the United States would be taken away, but I should have known better.
I didn’t think that greedy and dishonest men would take control of major parts of our government, but I should have known better.
I didn’t think I would ever be writing this post when I started blogging in 2013, but I should have known better.
I didn’t think the Daily Bitch would give me the title for today’s post, but I should have known better.
I’ve encouraged people in my Coping and Healing groups, who want to feel better, to keep a journal of “what helps” and “what doesn’t help.” In my Coping and Healing journal, #1 on my list of “what doesn’t help” is “telling myself I should have known better.” I should tell you that I created that journal before 2016, the year that a toxic narcissist became one of the most powerful people in the world. I didn’t think that was possible and I should have known better. I should have known better, also, what chaos and destruction would ensue.
I should have known better that on days that I’m feeling despair that I would have very few images to share.
I should have known better that my wonderful son’s father, Leon, would have his own day. Also, I should have known better that Summersgiving doesn’t mean giving to a vitally important organization, but I feel better on this day starting a recurring contribution to Planned Parenthood. If you want to join me, click here.
I should have known better when I wrote this song about the Supreme Court back in 2018 how many times I would have the occasion to share it.
My son Aaron thinks that’s the best song I’ve written, which I didn’t know but maybe he knows better.
I should have known better that sharing my thoughts and feelings with you would help me feel a little better (as it always does), so many thanks for being here, now.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 