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Day 2573: “I don’t know what to do.”

I just woke up from a nightmare where I was lost, wandering around an unfamiliar city with two cell phones that did not belong to me and somebody else’s water bottle which looked like mine, unable to remember anything I needed to get to some place safe, and I kept saying out loud, “I don’t know what to do.

I did know what to do.  I woke up from the nightmare.

I just now got a message on this laptop that says, “Your disk is almost full.”  I don’t know what to do.

I did know what to do. I deleted some stuff.

Sometimes I don’t know what to do when desperate people tell me that they don’t know what to do.

I do know what to do.  I listen and let them know they are not alone.

I don’t know what to do when I’m

  • angry,
  • disappointed,
  • lost,
  • frustrated,
  • hopeless,
  • confused,
  • desperate,
  • depleted,
  • alone,
  • purposeless,
  • mistaken, or
  • in pain.

I do know what to do. I write a blog post every morning.

I don’t know what to do if none of my photos from another ordinary/extraordinary yesterday relate to today’s topic.

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I don’t know what to do about finding the right video for this post.

I do know what to do.  I recorded this last night:

And I do know what to do about freeing up more disk space.  Now that I’ve shared that video of Oscar, Michael, me, and a musical snow globe here, I know I can delete it from my laptop.

What do you do when you don’t know what to do?

I don’t know what to do to tell you all how much you have meant to me and how much you have helped me over my almost seven full years of daily blogging. Wait, I do know what to do.

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Day 2571: What makes the ordinary extraordinary?

My extraordinary readers probably know that I focus a lot on the ordinary in this blog, no matter what time it is.

My hope, every day, is that you will see the extraordinary in the ordinary, as I do.

Yesterday, I noticed this ordinary and extraordinary sign at work:

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Do you see the ordinary and the extraordinary in today’s extra photos?

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Those are not ordinary cod cakes, thanks to my extraordinary fiancé, who always adds a little extra.

If we don’t make extraordinary efforts, the ordinary cod might be more difficult to find, very soon.

Today, ordinary UPS will be delivering a ticket for me to see the extraordinary Jacob Collier at Boston’s House of Blues in May, 2020.

2020 looks to be an extraordinary year.

Here‘s an extraordinary tune that was playing in my ordinary ears yesterday:

Don’t you know how extraordinary it is that we’re all alive together, here and now?

I look forward to ordinary and extraordinary comments, below, and I hope you know how extraordinarily grateful I am to YOU.

 

 

 

 

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Day 2570: What time is it?

What time is it?

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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.

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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.

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It’s time for a good meal.

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Then, it’s time for dessert!

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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.

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Day 2569: It’s hard to say

It’s hard to say why

  • greed is such a force in our world,
  • we’re not coming together over climate change,
  • people don’t care about the actions of their leaders,
  • we do things that make ourselves feel worse,
  • it’s so difficult for our minds to stay in the moment,
  • we judge ourselves and others so harshly,
  • it’s so difficult to speak up,
  • ridiculous prejudices linger,
  • we’re so afraid of people who are different from us,
  • the negative sticks and the positive fades,
  • awful people often outlive wonderful people,
  • I have trouble making decisions,
  • I stay in New England with all the snow and cold,
  • I keep starting new songs and not finishing them, and
  • I take pictures of so many things.

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Hard To Say

by Ann Koplow

Some things in  life are hard to say,

Like “I want you to go away.”

Or “Despite what you did, I forgive you, okay.”

Or “I need you, my love, to stay.”

 

For me, I find it hard to say

A different kind of communiqué,

Two words you’ll see in a candy display,

Ferrero Rocher.

 

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.

 

Ferrero Rocher, Ferrero Rocher,

Those chocolate orbs wrapped in gold lamé.

Whether I’m home or going away.

So easy to eat and so hard to say.

© Ann Koplow, 2019

 

It’s hard to say why I haven’t gone viral yet.

Here’s the late Dan Fogelberg with “Hard to Say”:

I knew somebody who must have found “Dan Fogelberg” hard to say, because he always called him “Dan Fogelberry.”

What’s hard for you to say?

If you’ve read any of my other blog posts, you’ll know that “Thank you” is not hard for me to say.

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Day 2568: Downs and Ups

Every day has downs and ups, for all of us.

My day included many downs and ups, including

  • worrying about performing a Steely Dan song and an original song at an Open Mic last night,
  • buying a ticket to see Jacob Collier at Boston’s House of Blues in May,
  • losing my lyrics sheet for my original song,
  • reconstructing the lyrics as best I could,
  • reconnecting at the Open Mic with Nat, who co-led groups and co-wrote a song with me last year,
  • feeling empathy for the little girl who cried when she forgot how to play “Jingle Bell Rock” on the electric guitar,
  • two people talking loudly during my introduction to and performance of my first song,
  • those people leaving before my second song,
  • forgetting a chord in “Pretzel Logic,”
  • making it through “Pretzel Logic” and my “country” song, “What’s Keeping Me Up is What’s Going Down,” and
  • cheering for the little girl who returned with her acoustic guitar and played a great “Jingle Bell Rock.”

What downs and ups do you see here?

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Here are the downs and ups of my Open Mic performance last night:

I keep writing new lyrics down for “What’s Keeping Me Up is What’s Going Down.” It’s time to put these up on WordPress:

What’s Keeping Me Up is What’s Going Down

by Ann Koplow

What’s keeping me up is what’s going down,

I’m sleepless and hopeless and wearing a frown.

Problems abound, no solutions to be found.

What’s keeping me up is what’s going down.

In my local and the global news

There’s no quick fix I can find to choose.

No matter what your state or views

There’s no relief, just a belief in booze.

What’s keeping me up is what’s going down.

I’m sleepless and hopeless and wearing a frown.

Problems abound, no solutions to be found.

What’s keeping me up is what’s going down.

As I turn to everyone I see

And I ask if they relate to me.

They haven’t got one moment free.

They seem crippled by anxiety.

What’s freaking me out is what’s rushing in.

I’m tired and helpless, no reason to grin.

Fighting with kin, politicians who spin.

What’s freaking me out is what’s rushing in.

As I try to end this song with hope,

Hope seems to be beyond my scope.

Is the answer just to smoke some dope?

When I’m stoned I’m just inclined to mope.

What’s freaking me out is what’s rushing in.

I’m tired and helpless, no reason to grin.

Fighting with kin, politicians who spin.

What’s freaking me out is what’s rushing in.

What’s keeping me up is what’s going down.

© Ann Koplow, 2019

Feel free to write down any thoughts and feelings about downs and ups in the comments section, below.

Now it’s time to get down with gratitude, which always cheers me up!

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Day 2566: What could happen

A few hours after I published Day 2565: What could possibly go wrong?  yesterday, I noticed that somebody had written “What could happen”  on the group room whiteboard:

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What could and did happen is that somebody could use a marker that is hard to erase:

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What could happen after that is that the group could talk about values (among other things).

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What could happen next (and a lot happened) is documented in the rest of my photos from yesterday.

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What could happen is that one of those photos could get many likes on Facebook and another one could get even more likes, even though neither of them have any caption.

What could happen is you could guess what those two photos are,  I could share some music ,

and I could give thanks for everything, including YOU!

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Day 2564: I’m sick of _______

I’m sick of

  • politics,

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  • trying to figure out my ring size,

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  • misspellings on signs,

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I’m NOT sick of

  • people who are funny,

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  • cats,

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  • self-care,

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  •  Michael’s cooking,

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  • your comments, and
  • gratitude.
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Day 2563: Essentials

I think clear communication is essential, so I’m essentially starting today’s blog post with a definition of essentials.

es·sen·tial
/əˈsen(t)SHəl/
noun
plural noun: essentials

a thing that is absolutely necessary.
“we had only the bare essentials in the way of gear”

the fundamental elements or characteristics of something.
“he was quick to grasp the essentials of an opponent’s argument”

Are you quick to grasp the essentials of a blog post from me?

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What essentials do you see in my photographs?  I see the essentials of connection, loyalty, self-care, animals, and others.

It’s essential that I get to work on time, so I’m going to quickly finish this blog post with another essential for me — music. Last night, my essential fiancé and I danced to tunes that might become our essential song. It’s not essential that you listen to these (here and here on YouTube), but I hope you do.

 

What are your essentials?

Of course, gratitude is an essential here at The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally, so thanks to all who are essential in helping me create these daily posts, including YOU!

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Day 2562: Motivation

I’m having trouble working up the motivation to do things these days, including

  • finishing my country song “What’s Keeping Me Up is What’s Going Down” and
  • applying to do another show at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe.

I’m NOT having trouble working up the motivation to

  • blog and
  • spend time with people I love, including my ex-sister-in-law Deborah, who recently adopted a wonderful English Setter named Lake.

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I’m not sure why I feel like this …

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… when I think about finishing my latest original song or applying to do “Group Therapy with Ann” again at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe. Maybe it’s the fear of failure?  Or maybe it’s the ENFP’s resistance to finishing things and filling out forms.

In any case, I do have the motivation to share my other photos from yesterday.

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I don’t have the motivation to put those last two photos right-side up, but I do have the motivation to look for quotes online about motivation.

Wow!  There are SO many motivational quotes on the internet that I don’t have the motivation to go through all of them. Here are four of them:

“The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.” — Confucius

“The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can’t achieve it.”  —  Jordan Belfort

“The way to get started is to quit talking and to start doing.” — Walt Disney

“When someone tells me ‘no’ it doesn’t mean I can’t do it, it simply means I can’t do it with them.” — Karen E. Quinones Miller

I think that last quote, especially, is going to help me with my motivation today.

Here’s “That’s Motivation” from Julien Temple’s musical Absolute Beginners with David Bowie:

Absolute Beginners was one of the musicals I planned to include in my Masters thesis for Film Studies in the 1980’s, but I never got the motivation to finish it.

Do you have the motivation to comment about this post?

I always have the motivation to express my gratitude to YOU.

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Day 2561: Perfect for each other

Yesterday, I found an online article about Myers-Briggs types that explained why my fiancé Michael and I are perfect for each other.

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I wonder if a levitating unicorn made of rainbows could do our taxes after Michael (“The Counselor”) and I (“The Champion”) get married.

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Or maybe I’ll be doing our taxes.

Here are  other ways Michael and I are perfect for each other:

  • He’s very funny and I love to laugh.
  • He likes to talk and I like to listen.
  • I like to quote people and he is very quotable.
  • He cooks great food and I love to eat.
  • I like to drive and he likes to be driven.
  • We share similar political views, so there’s no fighting there.
  • He likes coffee and I like tea.
  • I like to be loved and he loves me.
  • He likes to be loved and I love him.

Yesterday, Michael and I went to City Hall to apply for a marriage license, but it was closed. That wasn’t perfect, but I think we’ll still be able to get married before the end of the year. (When people have been asking me to name the date of our nuptials, I always answer  “2019.”  I think that’s a perfect response.)

We then went to a perfect little place near City Hall with lots of books, where he had coffee and I had tea.

Photos and my blog are perfect for each other.

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Harley and that sofa are perfect for each other.

Here‘s “Perfect Together” by Rosanna Pansino.

 

Thanks to all who help me create this daily blog because we’re perfect for each other!

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