Last night, after spending many incredible life moments at work and at home, I watched An American in Paris with these incredible life moments:
Comments from you are incredible life moments for me.
Thanks to all who help me share incredible life moments in this blog, including YOU.
Is it antisocial to think, every once in a while, “I’m so done with everyone and everything”?
Here’s a definition of “antisocial” I found on social media:
an·ti·so·cial
/ˌan(t)ēˈsōSHəl,ˌanˌtīˈsōSHəl/
adjective1. contrary to the laws and customs of society; devoid of or antagonistic to sociable instincts or practices.
“a dangerous, unprincipled, antisocial type of man”
Similar:
objectionable
offensive
beyond the pale
unacceptable
unsocial
asocial
distasteful
disruptive
disorderly
lawless
rebellious
sociopathic
2. not sociable; not wanting the company of others.
I would say that, sometimes, I’m not wanting the company of others, especially if they’re objectionable, offensive, beyond the pale, unacceptable unsocial, asocial, distasteful, disruptive, disorderly, lawless, rebellious, or sociopathic.
Does that make me antisocial?
Let’s see what my Daily Bitch Calendar says:
Are these other photos antisocial?
Even on days when I’m feeling a little antisocial, I also feel anti-antisocial or, more simply, social.
I don’t want to seem antisocial, but I need to end this antisocial post in order to get to work on time.
Before I do, here’s some antisocial music.
I’m never too antisocial to express my thanks to all who help me create and share this daily blog, including YOU.
Every day, there are shocks to the system, as you can see in my Friday Fotos:
Some shocks to the system are nicer than others.
Any change from routine can be a shock to the system. Starting tomorrow, I’m off for a vacation that will include several shocks to the system, like
Here‘s “Shock to the System” by Yes.
It’s not a shock to my system that one member of the soon-to-be-married couple loves Yes and the other one decidedly does not. Differences may be a shock to the system but they make life much more interesting.
For regular readers of this blog, my ending with gratitude cannot possibly be a shock to the system.
This just in: Yesterday was Monday!
I saw evidence of Monday all day long, starting with this …
…. and ending with this:
What are your associations with Monday? Let’s see what associations we find in my other Monday photos.
No matter what day it is, I have trouble deciding what to wear.
Here are the top 10 songs about Monday, even though it’s Tuesday.
Every day of the week, I end with thanks to you.
Yesterday was November 22, a day when I’ve often had mood swings. Why? Because fifty-six years ago on that date, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated and I had my first heart surgery to get my first cardiac pacemaker.
After I swung myself out of bed, I put on my “I have mood swings” socks, hoping that my mood swings that day would be manageable.
Thankfully, my mood swings yesterday were not remarkable. For example, when I noticed that Michael had removed stuff from two kitchen cabinets during the night, I thought, “That can’t be good.”
But my mood didn’t swing dramatically.
When I noticed a truck that reminded me of death on my way into work …
…. my mood didn’t swing that much.
Here are more things that caused negligible mood swings yesterday:
Did any of those photos swing your mood in any way?
Here‘s The Mood Swings Orchestra, an all-woman big band located in the Boston area:
I expect my mood will swing up when I read your comments about this “Mood Swings” post. Thanks to all, including YOU.
Two days ago, I drew this flow chart on my office white board for somebody who was trying to decide what action to take in a very difficult family situation.
Then, in a flow of synchronicity, somebody who used to participate in my Coping and Healing groups sent me this flowchart in an email:
I love the way that flow chart keeps flowing into the same conclusion.
Are you ready for the flow of lots of other photos?
Last night, my dear friend Jeanette flowed into town from Philadelphia and shared our dinner, flowing conversations, photos of a Nailed It! cake and her trick-or-treating dog Gidget, and also this:
It looks like that kitty has some opinions. Go with the flow and don’t worry about it!
Here‘s a review of the book Flow by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi:
Here’s “Flow” by Shawn James:
I look forward to the flow of comments below, because
Are you ready for the flow of gratitude for all who help me create these daily posts, including YOU?
It’s that time of the year for
It’s also that time of year for cats (at least around here) and music (here , here, and here on YouTube):
It’s always that time of the year for gratitude, so thanks to all who help me create timely posts, including YOU.
Yesterday, one of my friends who works where I park my car on weekdays took my ukulele and posed while holding it, like so:
That’s the topic of my next blog post, I thought — What we’re holding. So I held my iPhone while I took photos of what others were holding, throughout the day.
All day, I was holding sadness and concern for a beloved group therapist and teacher with a serious illness. What I didn’t know, while I was holding that card, was that she had already passed away.
What we’re holding — even if we don’t show it — includes loss, love, pain, and so much more.
Whatever you’re holding now, dear reader, feel free to share it in a comment below.
As always, I’m holding so much gratitude for you.
Sometimes life sucks, like when you lose an old friend to a terrible brain cancer that has killed another friend of yours.
Sometimes you see a card that perfectly captures your experience.
Sometimes you listen to the same damn song over and over again to comfort yourself, like when you’re driving to say goodbye to an old friend.
Hajanga
by Jacob Collier
Everybody, near and far
Come together as you are
To the ocean, to the sky
Sing that cosmic lullaby
Sing the hajangaSing your pleasure sing your pain
Like you’ll never sing again
Let it echo, loud and clear
Across the ancient stratosphere
Even when the sun refuse to shine
There’s a song of love that never diesEven when the good days pass you by
Lift your voices to the sky singin’
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…As the words go round and round
Let the tears roll down and down
Sing the way you wish to be
Let that singing set you freeEven when those dark clouds bring you down
There’s a spark of joy that can be found
Even when things break and fall apart
Lift your hands up from your heart, singing
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…Said every morning
Every night
Through the darkness
To the light
Like a beacon
Shining bright
Sing the hajanga you’ll be alrightFrom the winter
Comes the spring
It don’t matter
What life will bring
You can do most anything
So give your hajanga
A song to singSo tell your mama
Tell your pa
Sing it near and sing it far
Be exactly the way you are
See the hajanga
It’s your guiding starTo every woman
To every man
In every nation
In every land
I said please you’ve gotta understand
Now sing the hajanga
And take my hand, sing it!Then one day your life is through
Nothing more that you can do
So give away the things you know
And tell your friends you love them so
Tell them hajanga
I let the tears roll down and down, yesterday, as I told Tony‘s friends and family that I loved him so.
Sometimes life sucks and we CAN do a damn thing about it, like telling people we love them so.
Here are all my other damn photos from yesterday:
Sometimes life sucks and we can feel and express gratitude for what we still have, like this blog and YOU.
After the Democrat debate last night — which included a lot of words, presidential candidates, and interruptions — I’m wondering what words stand out for you?
What words stand out for you in my photos from yesterday?
My son’s friend Leo (who wrote some stand-out words in this blog post) thinks I’ll stand out if my Fringe poster includes words about my credentials. I’m still not sure whether I’ll include those words.
When I search YouTube for “What words stand out for you?” this comes up first …
… which reminds me of the misheard words in my son’s video:
These words stand out for me from comedian Peter Kay’s Wikipedia page:
his first semi-professional stand-up appearances were at the 1998 Edinburgh Fringe Festival, where he received a prestigious Perrier Award nomination.
Words that stand out for me from my readers’ comments, over the years, tell me that certain wordless pictures stand out, like this one:
What words stand out for me, as I finish this post? As usual, these words:
