Posts Tagged With: expressing gratitude

Day 879: My, my, my

This was my walk to work yesterday:
          

Here’s what happened at my therapy groups at work yesterday:

  

This was my walk after work yesterday:


                  

That’s my Boston, for you.

Here is my choice for music today, which I heard on my evening walk:

My Cherie Amour” by Stevie Wonder is one of my favorite songs.

What is your reaction to all of this my, my, my?

Now I need to end my daily post this Friday, so I can go to my work and then see my son’s one-act play, tonight.

My thanks to my Fenway, my walks, my work,  my shuttle bus (which I rarely take, by my choice), my feet, my iPhone camera, my therapy groups, my anger (and the rest of my feelings), my Prudential Center, my sunsets, my health, my heart, my hero Stevie Wonder,  my son (who is also my hero), and to you, you, and you (of course!), my, my, my readers.  

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Day 860: M words

M is for Mothers, whose day in May it is today.


  

M is for Meaningful.

M is for Michael, who Makes yuMMy Meals.


            

M is for Maria, Mark, Maureen, Millie, Malizia, (Daily)Musings and More Marvelous WordPressers.

M is for Medical Team Members of Mine.


        

M is for Meow.


            

M is for Movies, including WelcoMe to Me, which Michael and I saw on May 9,  at a Movie theater in Massachusetts.


M is for More Miscellaneous iMages from May 9:


            
M is for Monday, May 11 (toMorrow), when I return to My work in a Medical setting.


M is for the  Macaroni and cheese at work, which I will be Munching on May 15.

M is for Mornings, when I Make these posts.

M is for Metheny and Mays, Magnificent Musicians.

“Tell Her You Saw Me” — reMinding Me of My late Mother, Louise Mildred — is Moving on YouTube, with a Marvelously Massive Moon.

Many and Maximum thanks to Louise Mildred, Mothers everywhere, My son, Michael, Maria, Mark, Maureen, Millie, Alan Malizia, DailyMusings, Medical teaMs, Meowers, Movies, Miscellaneousness, Metheny & Mays, Music, May, Meals, Macaroni, the Moon, and all those who Make Meaning, including YOU, My Magnificent readers.

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Day 764: What I needed

Out of all Seven Hundred and Whats-it  daily posts I’ve published here, yesterday’s post was one of the most difficult to write.

Why?

I needed to write a post about some cheery occasions — my 62nd birthday AND the home team’s Super Bowl victory AND a day off from work — BUT I wasn’t feeling very cheery.

Why wasn’t I feeling very cheery?

Don’t get me started!

Too late. I’m started. Now I need to show you this list:

  1. I was very sleep deprived.
  2. I was recovering from the flu.
  3. Snow was piling up outside, in a major way.
  4. Not to offend any  snow-o-philes among you, but I’m at a point in my life when I am — despite my preference for non-judgmental living  —  HATING snow and cold (especially when I’m not feeling well).
  5. There was very little appetizing food I could find.
  6.  I felt physically lousy.
  7. I was “alone” when I was writing, because my son was with his father and my bf Michael, who also seemed to be coming down with the flu, was asleep upstairs.
  8. Even though I am often praised for my “good and brave attitude in the face of difficult experiences,” I seem to be “primed”– in certain ways — to be disappointed on my birthday (and you can read here how this played out last year).
  9. Let’s face it … just like anybody else, sometimes I’m just a

Debbie Downer

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(I found this image I needed here)

Sad Sack

Cranky Yankee

Pissy Missy

Also, because authenticity is so friggin’ important to me, I needed to somehow write yesterday’s post from a real and authentic place.

So, yes, I had a particularly difficult post-writing assignment on my plate yesterday. And, even though that post, when I read it now, seems fairly simple, I know that it needed HOURS of slow and arduous slogging. (Much like what we New Englanders need to do, these days, to get through all the friggin’ snow there is.)

Now, I’m not complaining about the effort I needed to put into yesterday’s post, nor the result.  As is true with every one of the Seven Hundred and Yikers daily posts I’ve written here, it HELPED me to write it.

So what post would it help me to write, today? What else do I need to do, here?

Above, when I linked “Cranky Yankee” and “Pissy Missy”  to my post last year about “Stinky Pinkies” (the game I used to play in my family, growing up), I couldn’t help but notice the main title there: “Gratitude Attitude.”

Gratitude Attitude is always something we need, isn’t it?

So here’s the gratitude list I need, right now. I’m grateful that:

  1. My childhood friend Deb, who now lives in California and reads this blog, took the time to call me yesterday, at a moment when I was feeling especially blue. It was just what I needed.
  2. Many, many other people reached out to me  with birthday wishes, through all sorts of media. It was just what I needed.
  3. My sister called and we had a long, helpful talk about (a) our late parents and (b) why I so easily feel completely alone, powerless, unlovable and frightened even when I’m safe and loved. It was just what I needed.
  4. Even when I was feeling at my lowest yesterday, my instincts for healing were there, and I composed this list:

Things I REALLY Needed to Hear When I was Young, But Didn’t

  1. You have an amazing mind.

  2. You are  smart.

  3. You are beautiful.

  4. You do not deserve to suffer alone.

  5. You are kind.

  6. You are talented musically.

  7. You are funny.

  8. You are graceful.

  9. Every part of you is welcome.

  10. You do not have to be perfect to be loved.

  11. It is okay to be angry.

  12. It is okay to be sad.

  13. It is okay to be afraid.

  14. It’s okay to be impatient.

  15. I will protect you.

  16. I will fight for your rights.

I need to be clear, right now, that all of this is no indictment of my parents, who were wonderful people. As my sister pointed out in our conversation yesterday (and as I constantly need to re-discover, throughout my life), my congenital heart condition and time growing up in hospitals (without my parents presence) resulted in my “sensitivity” and tendency to feel like a

Debbie Downer

Sad Sack

Cranky Yankee

Pissy Missy.

I also have a tendency to repeat myself and to be easily distracted, and I’m distracted now.

Why?

I need to show you this:

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Eeeeek!  Snow!!! Not exactly what I needed.

Actually, those photos were taken earlier this morning. Here’s the reality outside, here and now:

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Yay!  I’m getting what I needed!  I’ll be able to leave on time today, to return to my work as a group and individual psychotherapist at a Boston hospital.

Which reminds me of my gratitude list, which I had started, above.

Here are more things I need to add to that list, before I leave for work:

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Things that rhyme.

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The PERFECT birthday card, from Michael. It was just what I needed.

And also, thanks to Michael — I got the PERFECT birthday dinner:

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TUNA NOODLE CASSEROLE!!!!!

Now, I need a tuna noodle tune to share with you all, but this is the best I can do:

(I found Hot Tuna performing “Somebody to Love” — just when I needed it — here, on YouTube.)

Thanks to Deb, to Michael, to my sister, to my parents, to everybody who reached out to me yesterday when I needed it, to hot tuna of all kinds, and to you — of course! — for all you might need, today.

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Day 694: Oddly specific gratitude

Uh-oh.  Here I was, all ready to write a particularly judgmental post, during these Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally, called “Pet Peeves,” and I got tagged by blogging master Chatter Master to participate in something called “Oddly Specific Gratitude,” which has a list of instructions of how to do something right, which is one of my pet peeves, because I’m often afraid that I’ll screw things up, especially when it’s something I have’t done before.

So here goes nothing.

ODDLY SPECIFIC GRATITUDE

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First, I need to share the instructions, then share oddly specific gratitudes listed by the 16 bloggers who preceded me, and then add my list of oddly specific things I’m grateful for.

I shall now share the instructions:

  1. Add to the list with your own oddly specific bits of gratitude. Add as few or as many things as you’d like. Include a picture or two if you’d like… but you certainly don’t have to. Put your name at the top of the list to see where yours started and the next blogger’s begins. (Pssst!  Already I’m confused and I’m thinking there’s a good chance I will not do this correctly.)
  2. Tag the post with the usual pepper tags and oddly specific gratitude. (Pssst! When I copied ChatterMaster’s post, I did get the pepper tag, but not having participated in any other pepper-y post before now, I’m thinking there’s a good chance I put that in the wrong place.)
  3. Tag another pepper to add to the list by linking to their About page, but there’s a catch! When you tag the next blogger, be sure to include a bit about why you’re grateful to be in the same blogging world with them.:) (Try not to tag anyone who has already been tagged that way more people get to join in the fun.) (Pssst!  It’s Ann again, adding her two cents to this list. You can tell it’s me, because I started this with “Pssst!” and it’s in italics. Isn’t that odd that I mentioned this at the END of the list of instructions?)

The List of Oddly Specific Gratitude

Nerd in the Brain:

1. the smell of wild onions when I mow the lawn
2. coffee makers (having the coffee already prepared in the mornings is magical)
3. the way my crazy dog barks likes a vicious beast at the horses across the road, but then cowers behind me like a needy wimp whenever a horse actually comes close
4. hearing my husband talk on the phone to the rest of his team at work… it reminds me that he’s not just my silly, sweet, awesome husband… he’s also my competent, responsible, highly skilled husband
5. opening a blank lesson plan book and imagining the possibilities to come
6. sausage balls
7. watching Grace’s enthusiasm for all things musical
8. the way I can hear a smile on Olivia’s face whenever we say hello or goodbye on the phone
9. knitting with really soft, squishy yarn

Not a Punk Rocker

10. Getting a random text when Matthew is in cell-signal range. (“Hi”)
11. Awesome stuff in the mail, including Legos and letters from friends, making me smile when I need it the most at the end of a long day.
12. Cherry chapstick.
13. Somebody found my blog by searching for “deadpool talks about political social issues” yesterday.
14. Skype and chat for keeping me in touch with friends in “real-time” when one or the other of us needs it the most.
15. Finding new blogs to read and follow through this challenge!

Jackie P (tobreathistowrite)

16. Having friends like I do here in the blogging world. You all make my days brighter.
17. My dog Sam. He loves me unconditionally, wish more people could love like that. Plus, he makes me laugh daily.
18.Coffee. Without it the world would be a much sadder and thirsty place. And I would be a much harder person to deal with.
19. All the bright and cheerful colors around. Something about bright colors makes me happy. The gold of the sun, the cerulean blue of the sky, the wonder of a rainbow, they never cease to make me glad I’m alive.
20. Books…… you all know what I mean.

Fish of Gold

21. Spell check. Even though it did just strangely try to correct my horribly botched spelling of “another” to “Antoine.” I don’t even know anyone named Antoine, spell check.
22. I’m grateful to myself for being the sucker who couldn’t walk away from my dog’s cage at the animal rescue. My failure to do so has converted 70 dog pounds into a metric ton of joy and unconditional love.
23. Male’s hilariously failed attempts at sexting.
24. My sense of humor. I wouldn’t have survived this long without it.
25. To the Peppers for continuing my harebrained Nano Poblano Blog Hop Story idea and turning it into something unexpectedly awesome. Go Team Pepper
26.I also second #18.

Knocked Over by a Feather

27. My aunts Oreo truffles. They are addictive.
28. Finding my comfy spot in bed.
29. Receiving a spontaneous real hug from my daughter, which rarely happens.
30. Watching stupid TV with my husband.
31. Hearing my mom call me sweetie or something similarly saccharine sweet on the phone

Mental Mama ( Mental in the Midwest)

32. the world’s best tiny mommy
33. Evie and Sissy Cats
34. lithium, depakote, and gabapentin
35. the world’s most amazing support network
36. good dark chocolate, preferably with cherries
37. the jumbo margaritas at Romeo’s – lime, on the rocks, extra salt

Mark Bialczak

38. My dear wife Karen for buying me two season tickets for Syracuse University football six years ago, going to every game with me (but one when she went on a cruise) since and turning home game Saturdays into Happy Happy days win or lose.
39. That Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle usually looks like this on the end of the living room couch and her specially covered ottoman daily come 10 p.m. after a day of enthusiastically ruling our Syracuse city home we call Little Bitty

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40. That Karen talked me into going to the Paws for the Cause rescue dog event that March day four years ago when we saw Ellie marching around in her orange “Adopt Me” vest.
41.That my daughter Elisabeth was smart enough and confident enough and brave enough to go back to school this fall to get her associate’s degree and New York State certificate to become a physical therapist’s assistant, 2 1/2 years after getting her bachelor’s in biology.
42. That writing every day on markbialczak.com since Oct. 27, 2013 has turned out to be so much fun.
43.That Sheena Not a Punk Rocker talked me into hosting Nano Poblano this year, allowing me to meet so many interesting new bloggers! Wait. I want to add two more exclamation points to this one!!

Coulddoworse (Rachel or Lundygirl)

44. The park that I walk through four mornings a week

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2014-11-01 10.11.5546. Crochet and blogging; though never at the same time

SAM_146347. making something beautiful

SAM_132948. flowers

SAM_116749. Hot toasted sandwiches with my family on a very rainy bank holiday.

toast50. beauty that you see in the detail

SAM_081951. Great memories to mull over and enjoy.

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Notes Tied On The Sagebrush

52. I am grateful that I was able to copy this whole list with pictures and get it pasted on to my post without messing it up at all, I hope.
53. I am grateful for my kids xoxo, and my husband xoxo
54. I am grateful to read good books, and watch good films
55. Good food, good wine and good friends
56. That I live in the state of California, USA
57. Discussions with my blogger friends and getting their support for my writing

Linda G. Hill – Life in Progress

58. That moment when I’m not aware that I’m falling asleep.
59. The one Smartie (candy-coated chocolate) that tastes slightly different than every other one in the box.
60. #18 – on this list, not the number eighteen.
61. That my children are alive.
62. Whatever it is that compels me to write; specifically to tell stories.

Idiot Writer ~ Idiot Writing :

63. Poetry (obviously) – mostly my poetry – I need it – lots to say things I cannot say any other way.
64. The Sun – when it shines in the UK.
65. The cheap chocolate bars I found! (and so do not feel guilty buying)
66. The fire-place – though I hate the smoke it emits.
67. Figuring out how to pump the tyre on my car yesterday.
68. Internet – SPEcifiCALLY – finding WordPress.
69. Saturdays – Cos I do not drive on Saturdays. Usually.
70. The sound system in my car – and my teens choice of music…it COULD have been – so so – not good.
71. I nearly forgot about SALT. Salt has so many uses! I am eternally grateful that salt – AND potatoes exist.

Last but not least...or rather first

72. Last but not least…or rather first – EVER so, very grateful – that Linda has wine. 😛

Doobster418

I’m grateful for:

73. The 11 bloggers who came up with 72 oddly specific items for which they are grateful, leaving me to really stretch to come up with anything new or different.
74. That said, I wish to second, third, or fourth (I’ve lost count) #18. COFFEE!
75. God, the almighty creator of everything and everyone, for granting in me the wisdom to…oh damn, the devil made me write that. Never mind.
76. Those rare days when I’m able to sleep later than 6 a.m.
77. My wife, for being a wonderful mother who stayed home to raise two great kids while I was off doing my worky-thing.
78. San Francisco weather, because it never snows, never gets below freezing, and never gets really hot and muggy.
79. My health, except for my vertigo, tinnitus, and my current lameness due to plantar fisciitis. But otherwise, my health is pretty damn good.
80. My blog and the fellow bloggers I interact with on pretty much a daily basis.
81. iTunes
82. The Oxford comma and those who use it.

Lucy at the Excessive Gardener 

I am grateful for :

83. I am so grateful for Evernote. Those of us who use and cherish it know why life is so much better. I am really grateful that I spend the few dollars each month for the premium version.
84. Golden Retrievers. My Golden, Roger, died years ago and I still miss him. I live with a Golden, my roommate’s, and he is a joy and a pain to live with but he is proof that if you know one Golden Retriever, you know them all.
85. My new knee. How wonderful it is to walk without pain. I can hardly wait to have the other knee replaced.
86. The drug Avastin. The FDA withdrew approval of the chemo drug for breast cancer, which means insurance companies won’t cover it, and it is not cheap.  I was lucky and got in on clinical trials for Avastin. It saved my life.
87. That I live in Florida, right where I want to be: minutes from white, sandy beaches and warm Gulf waters and only 2 hours to Disney World.
88.  Better World Books.  If you know it, you know what I mean.
89. Quad Core.
90. Defensive gardening. There’s nothing more satisfying than out-smarting a bug or an animal.

Now my list:

91. I’ll start by saying what goes without saying but should be said anyway:  I’m grateful for my husband Mark, my family, and my friends.

92. I’m grateful that I live in the Twin Cities (Minneapolis-St. Paul) of Minnesota. We have an amazing combination of abundant cultural opportunities, a highly educated and literate population, PLUS endless amounts of parks, lakes, bike trails, you name it.  We need the horrific winters to keep out the riffraff.

93. I’m grateful for having a job that provides me opportunity for (partially) subsidized travel experiences.

94. As everyone else said, #18 (coffee!)

95. I’m grateful for books! So many books!  So many writers with so many words!  As long as I have the capacity to read, I’ll never be bored.

96. I’m grateful that my husband has the best hobby ever: in his spare time, he makes furniture out of wood in our garage.  He loves doing it and I love the furniture he makes for me.  Talk about win-win!

Mark made this for me!

97.  I am grateful for the internet, which provides me with the opportunity to blog and to meet all of you amazing bloggers. I’m particularly grateful for the Nano Poblano Peppers for the sense of community y’all have been providing this month.

98. Cats! I’m grateful for my kitties Tennessee and Zelda for being such cute and cuddly pains in the butt.

Tennessee and Zelda

Me – Who Am I

I’m grateful for:

99. Warmth! When it’s -10 outside, I’m grateful for a heater that works.
100. We made it to 100! I feel privileged to be the one who fills this one out.
101. My son. He shows me the world in a way that no one else can.
102. Fellow bloggers and the wonderful community we have here.
103. Today I’m grateful for today; a day that I may not have had.
104. Fruit. Fruit does a body good.
105. Sleep, finally! Insomnia is terrible.

Me Next – Chatter Master

106.  Not having a body temperature of 94 degrees.

107.  Fat baby cheeks that split in to super wide grins and smiles with various numbers of teeth-when they see me.

108.  That moment at the end of the day when I know I’m done “doing” all that I am going to do for the day and there are those peaceful few minutes of quiet and relaxing with my husband.

109.  Saying “I love you” at the end of phone calls and visits and not feeling awkward about it.  And knowing my kids don’t either because I raised them with it being easy to say “I love you”.

110.  Remembering a song from childhood and thinking no one else in the world knows it, only to Youtube it and there it is!

111.  People.   Good people.  I’m so very thankful for good people.

Pssst!  It’s me, Ann Koplow, from The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally, trying to let go of judgment and add my list of oddly specific gratitudes, starting with #112, which is a number I have no particular associations with:

112.  Numbers and other things I have no particular associations with, since I love seeing things in a new light, letting go of baggage from the past.

113. Numbers and other things that I do have particular associations with, since I love things that have been in my life, up to this point.

114. Even though #112 and #113 cover everything in the universe (at least the way I think), I am also oddly specifically grateful for the way I think.

115.  Everybody who has ever read my blog or anybody else’s blog, which may seem oddly general instead of oddly specific, at this point.  (I’ve been in a very feisty mood lately, so I would like to see ANYBODY give me a difficult time about how I’m choosing to participate here.)

116. My cats, including Oscar, shown here moments after he accidentally accessed Siri — the alleged “personal helper” on my iPhone —  having about as much luck getting help from her as I usually do:

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117. My keyboard (pictured) and my fingers (not pictured):

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118. Photos I take accidentally with my iPhone, like that one directly above.

119. People I meet during the day who are willing to engage in an authentic, open way, even if only for a moment, like Kenny

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who stands guardian at the parking lot where I get my medical care, where I’ve been needing to go to several appointments lately because nobody knows what the hell is going on with my health.

120.  My memory, which allows me to quote, accurately enough, dialogs I have with people like Kenny, such as:

Kenny (obviously using the memorized script he has to say to every driver who enters the parking lot since, apparently, people are parking there who shouldn’t be): Do you have an appointment here?  Are you a patient?

Me (making an exaggerated sad face, because I REALLY DON’T WANT TO BE GOING TO A MEDICAL APPOINTMENT and then nodding “yes” slowly, saying nothing).

Kenny: (after a brief pause) Oh.

Me:  Do you believe me?

Kenny: No.

… which cheered me up considerably and resulted in my Literally Laughing Out Loud.

121. My memory, which allows me to recall another thing Kenny said to me, after I Laughed Out Loud: “You have a good day, sweetie.” (Yes, I know this is supposed to be a list of Oddly Specific Gratitude, not Oddly Repetitive Gratitude, but please see #115, above.)

122. The room to have all my feelings, including sadness, humor, fear,  disappointment, annoyance, gratitude, etc. etc. etc.

123.  The opportunity to end lists (at least my portion of them)

Okay!  Let’s see what I else I have to do in this post today. Ah, yes!  I shall now express gratitude to all previous bloggers preceding me:

The List of Oddly Specific Bloggers

Nerd in the Brain
Not a Punk Rocker
To Breath is to Write
Fish of Gold
Knocked Over by a Feather
Mental in the Midwest
Markbialczak.com
Coulddoworse
Deborah at Notes Tied on the Sagebrush
Linda at Life In Progress
Idiot Writer
Mindful Digressions
The Excessive Gardener
Booking It

Me – Who Am I.

The Chatter Blog

The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally

Now, I have to do one more thing, I think, to make this right (or “good enough” as I prefer to think about such things). I need to tag another blogger, which means I have to find the list of other people willing to participate in this.  Arrrghhh!  I am having a lot of trouble finding those kinds of things these days, simply because I’m dealing with too much friggin’ information lately.

Hold on …

I’m choosing (drum roll, if you’ve got a drum):

drunkonlifeblog.com

… because I’m oddly specifically grateful for that name.

Yippee!

Thanks to all for whom I’m oddly specifically grateful, which includes you, y’know.

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After I published this post, I realized I forgot to include something, for which I am NOT oddly specifically grateful:

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Michael’s cooking. On what planet would it be odd to be grateful for that?

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Day 487: Gratitude Attitude (stinky pinkies)

Your post host (me, whee!) believes that a smart start makes inviting writing.

Perceive/receive a theme/scheme for today, okay?

Hmmm. I’m going to put a  temporary, necessary stop to this priming rhyming, for clarity (or charity):

When I was a kid, my family played lots of guessing games.  One of these was called “Stinky Pinkies.”  Here’s how that worked: One person would think of a two-word phrase (usually an adjective and a noun, but not always) that rhymed, such as

Gratitude attitude

Post host

Smart start

Inviting writing

Priming rhyming

Stinky pinky

Then, that person would give the guessers a clue, such as:

A thankful way of thinking

A WordPress writer

An intelligent beginning

An attractive turn of phrase

A poem that sets up a premise

The name of a great game

And the game would be afoot!

My droll goal, for most of this post, is to show lots of shots of things for which I have a tankful of thankful, with some amusing using of this same game.

It’s up to you to provide guess success.

Stinky Pinky #1

True Clue:    An elevating donation.

Residual visual:

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mk created and posted that amazing picture yesterday, for my not-so-secret identity, Super-Recovery-Woman.  I have a tankful of thankful for that.

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Stinky Pinky #2

Clue Two: A cat using a computer

Residual Visual:

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While that image speaks for itself, the answer is not up to my usual stringent rhyming standards, but … it’s good enough!

 

Stinky Pinky #3

New Clue: A lucky visitor.

Residual Visual:

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That’s my dear friend, Megan, who visited me yesterday.

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Stinky Pinky #4

Due Clue:  A bashful fellow

Residual Visual:

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Stinky Pinky #5

Clue, too:  An incredible flower

Residual visuals:

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Let the guessing, messing, and/or confessing begin!

Thanks to my family, mk, my cats, Pharrell Williams (whose video appears in Game #2), Megan, springtime, rhymers and guessers everywhere, true blue friends and readers, and to you — whoo hoo! — for your exquisite visit, today.

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Day 482: Who cares?

This morning, the title of today’s post was right there, as I woke up.

Blam!

Who cares?

That two-word title was staring me in the face, as was this creature:

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It was not to be denied.

And I have to admit, dear readers, I groaned a little.  I thought

What kind of post can I write with THAT title?  Another down and depressed one, like yesterday’s?

Because, you know, a title is very important.  It can dictate, guide, and affect a writer and her readers — indeed, any communicator and the receivers of a communication — very much.

For example, when I was running lots of therapy groups at a psychiatric day treatment program, we would talk about the power of the titles for the groups.  That is, even if we were not consciously holding, in our minds, the title of a group, which included:

The Struggle for Change

Self Esteem

Spirituality

Roles and Stories

The Here and Now

Dreams

Next Steps

Interpersonal Effectiveness

Putting It Into Words

… the name of the group had an effect, every moment, on everybody attending it.

So, a title has a lot of power, doesn’t it? Although, you know, we also have a lot of power to shape and choose what we do, within the structure created by the name.

So, I hereby declare: This will NOT be a depressed post.

Instead, I will answer the titular* question, in a pictorial way.

Who cares?

Well, since I asked ….

Many people, including:

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And those are just the people who commented on yesterday’s post, as of this writing.  I could also answer

Who cares?

with images of those who “like”ed yesterday’s post, too (leaving out repeats):

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Here are some who did not show up yesterday, but have recently:

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You all*** make a difference to me (more than I can put into words, right now).

At this point in this post, I’ve been restricting myself to those who have responded and connected with me, fairly recently, here at WordPress.

What about people, outside of WordPress, who have connected with me lately, too?***

Well, since I’ve created a structure for this post where I’m answering my own questions with images, let me end with this photo (from yesterday):

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That’s Kathy, who has shown up in a previous post (here, just about a year ago).  I would like to point out a few things about that photo:

  • Kathy is a professional photographer, who demonstrates her kindness not just with cupcakes (not pictured), but also with acceptance of my images.
  • If you look closely at the hanging light fixture in the background, you may notice a screwdriver inserted there, to shorten it. Bf Michael did that, over a year ago, for my 60th birthday party, so people wouldn’t bump their heads, when we moved the dining room table against the wall.
  • I took that photo, yesterday, because I wanted to quote something that Kathy said, right before she left:

I’m sorry you are feeling so depleted. I hope you feel pleted again, very soon.

Thanks to Kathy; to all those who express caring in their own ways (yesterday, today, tomorrow, whenever); to this wonderfully supportive WordPress**** community; and to you — of course! — for visiting today.


* Just a fancy way of saying “in the title.”

** I have to admit, at this point, that I am definitely “cheating” and adding some photos as people are responding to posts, as well as adding WordPress peeps from a while ago, too. Originally, when I wrote this post, I was just including people who had connected with me within the last couple of days. THAT went out the window, pretty quickly.  Now, as of 12:40 PM on the day after I published this, I am going to stop trying to add everybody who is connecting with me. However, please let me know if you want me to add you to this photo gallery, and I will.

*** Not to mention WordPress people and others who have connected with me in helpful ways, too, whose photos I have not included.

****  I apologize for not including links to people’s blogs, today. I wish I had. Here’s my excuse: I am depleted, because I am recovering from pneumonia. And that’s my excuse, too, in case I left anybody out (which I tried my best not to do) (but which I know I did, inevitably, because this was MUCH more difficult than I expected).  (Feel free to ask to be included, of course.)

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Day 479: Super Recovery Woman, revisited

Yesterday, I managed to convince people — even some readers resistant to the idea* — to link to a previous post I’d written.

Do the powers of Super*Recovery*Woman never cease?

I’m guessing that they do cease, people. But before we go there,  let’s take a quick inventory of Super Recovery Woman’s powers, so far:

  • The ability to move minds, despite resistance.
  • The power to link to other posts, with impunity.
  • The ability to focus on healing, despite barriers to same.
  • The powers of punctuation AND footnoting.
  • The ability to digress, to digress again, and — when all seems lost — to return to seemingly abandoned points.

That’s all I’ve got, so far. But remember, Super-Recovery-Woman** is ill, so her list-making powers are severely restricted, for the moment.

Anyway, isn’t it time for an image for Super Recovery Woman? Some helpful readers have already ventured ideas for what Super Recovery Woman might look like:

Whatever costume you pick, I assume it will include only one glove and one sock!

Mark Bialczak

After seeing your love for hyphens I think your super hero logo should be a hyphen (-) .

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Now, if Super Recovery Woman had the power to draw and create images these days, maybe she could comply with these excellent suggestions. However, she doesn’t, so she is reduced to searching Google Images for a good-enough start.

How about this?

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Pros for that image? Her logo is a star/asterisk!!

Cons for that image? I do NOT look like that.

However, as my bf Michael just commented, “It’s a cartoon, Ann.”

Since I’m not sure what Michael means by that (and he’s not sure, either), let’s see what other candidates for Super Recovery Woman I might show you, this morning.

Well,  I found the first image at dreamstime.com and … there are 2,224 more choices there***!

Decision Making is NOT one of my super powers, so …. what to do? What to do? As usual, I’ll just do my best, at making good-enough choices out of too-many options:

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Phew!  Too many choices (as well as my recovering from pneumonia) continue to be exhausting, so it’s time for me to end this post.

Does anything feel left unsaid for me right now?

Just this:  My original intent for this post was very different from what this post became.  I intended to link to Day 247: No one is alone, because I am SO grateful for the support that I’ve been getting everywhere: here in the WordPress-o-Sphere and in all the other parallel universes I’m inhabiting these days.

Because NO Super Hero can do it alone, people, no matter what her powers, how she writes,  or what she looks like!

Many and special thanks to all my readers.  (And perhaps I should also thank others who deserve my gratitude, but they’re not reading, so …. hey!  Why bother?)


* Including wonderful blogger robert87004 (see his comment after this post).

** I am still struggling with possible punctuation marks for my super-hero name. The candidates, so far, have been hyphens and asterisks. There is pain associated with punctuation, though;  for example, WordPress does weird things with asterisks (although I can use my super powers, aided by a wave of this wand — “\” — to nullify those effects).  For the rest of this post, no more super-hero-name punctuation (which should make Mark Bialczak happy, for one).

*** I searched on “super woman” there. (And, in case you’re wondering, I have used my business-transaction powers to engage with these images appropriately.)

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Day 445: PCP (March 21, 2014)

Yesterday, I wrote about a very positive, encouraging visit to my Primary Care Physician/ Practitioner/ Professional.

Today, I would like to write about a few more PCP’s.

The first is yesterday’s lunch, at the hospital cafeteria:

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I might call that a Perfectly Composed Plate, or a Perfectly Composed Picture; however, some might disagree. I know I can label that picture, above, “Pancakes Created from Potatoes,” with no fear of undue discussion.

The second PCP I wanted to mention, in this post, is a Professional Compliment Paid to me, recently.  That is, I have been invited to be on the board of a group psychotherapy organization I respect highly.  This was a surprise, and it means a lot.

The last PCP I wanted to write about today is a personal, cherished parent —  my father — who passed away, on this date, 17 years ago.  Other words that describe him:

  • Private (First Class, in the U.S. Army)
  • Compassionate
  • Phunny.

Look,  I know that last “P” was forced, but funny just HAS to be in any list of adjectives used about my father,  whom I’ve written about several times before (including here, here, and here).

When people say I am like him (and they have), it’s another amazing compliment.

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What do you think?

Here’s a quote, from A. Koplow:

The pain of a loss reflects the importance of the connection.

So there’s a lot of gratitude, mixed with pain, today.

I’ll end this post with another acronym. RIP.  Rest In Peace, Dad. I miss you.

Wait! One more thing.

My father loved potato pancakes, too (although we never ate them in March).

Thanks to all my dear readers — past, present, and future — for witnessing me here, every day.

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