I thought of that quote yesterday when I wanted to inspect some new graffiti on a tower structure near where we live, but was stymied by high tide. While time and tide wait for no man, this woman waited for the time where she could explore and find what she was looking for.
No need to wait for me to share my images from yesterday, including the ones I snapped during high tide.
I thought I had spotted a heart on that tower and waited until tide and time allowed me to explore.
Time (and perhaps man) has changed a “TRUMP” and added a big heart to that tower.
Here are the other images I captured during the time of lower tide:
I don’t know what the tide was like during the times I captured the rest of these images because I was indoors at the time.
Time and tide wait for no man and Harley can’t wait for his breakfast.
Yesterday, I mentioned safe enough spaces at the end of my post. I deliberately did not write “safe spaces” because no spaces are completely safe. In every space, we take risks if we expose our vulnerability and humanity. The more we do that, the more we make the space safe enough for others.
I try to make my Coping and Healing groups safe enough spaces, and yesterday people felt safe enough to share conflicting opinions about getting the COVID vaccines. We all survived our differences and people felt safe enough to stay connected with each other.
Later in the day, I felt safe enough to finally make it to the safe enough sand bar I can see from my home (and which I felt safe enough to write about earlier this week in this post).
Many times, I have tried to get to that safe enough sand bar by unsuccessfully trying to locate its starting point across the safe-enough bay. Yesterday, I had the brilliant and long-overdue idea to walk through some water during low tide and access the sand bar from its end point near me.
Instead of telling myself, “WHY DIDN’T YOU THINK OF THIS BEFORE?”, I made my mind a safe enough space by enjoying the experience, moment by moment.
I hope you feel safe enough to accompany me on this adventure through safe enough spaces.
I discovered that I had been SO CLOSE to discovering the beginning point of the sand bar on a previous exploration, but had turned back when I saw that “no trespassing sign, which made the space not safe enough.
If I had felt safe enough to keep exploring past that scary sign (which referred to something else), I would have discovered the beginning of the sand bar months ago. I feel safe enough to share, here and now, that I trust my process and am happy it happened exactly the way it did.
Do you see safe enough spaces in the rest of my images today?
I assume that this is a safe enough space to share that I am Jewish and that I will start celebrating Passover in an unconventional way starting at sundown tonight.
I can’t get enough of conversations with my husband Michael, including our recent one about breakfast cereals, in which I told him that my favorite cereal jingle was “I can’t get enough of that Sugar Crisp” as sung by the cool and crooning Sugar Bear.
Because I used to work in advertising, I can’t get enough of those vintage commercials and how they reflect societal norms, priorities, assumptions, and technology.
I can’t get enough of my son Aaron and I can’t get enough of this incredible creation his cousin Victoria made for Aaron’s birthday:
I can’t get enough of anything that promotes self inoculation against the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, including walks by the water, celebrating small victories and progress, education, Michael’s cooking, the Daily Bitch Calendar, fun conversations on Twitter, and cats.
I can’t get enough of your comments, so consider leaving one about what YOU can’t get enough of.
I can’t get enough of gratitude, so thanks to all who help me create these daily posts, including you!
Two days ago, my post was self-destructive. Today, I’m writing about self inoculation, which is effectively preparing yourself for troubles ahead.
Yesterday, in a therapy session when we were talking about self-hatred, people committed to each other that the next time they did, felt, or thought something that triggered self-hatred, they would take a deep breath and love (or at least LIKE) themselves instead. In essence, people were self inoculating against a known destructive response.
This morning, before I got on the scale, I self inoculated by saying this to myself: “No matter what that number is, I am going to welcome it. That number is not going to affect my self worth.”
Blogging, for me, is another example of self inoculation. With each daily post, I am preparing myself for troubles ahead — refreshing my resilience. That’s why blogging has been such a priority for me over the past eight years.
Do you see any examples of self inoculation in today’s images?
As The Daily Bitch shows us, sometimes the way we self inoculate might cause trouble for other people.