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Day 2133: A loud uprising

Yesterday, in a therapy group, we discussed this quote by Nikita Gill.


To love yourself should be no quiet affair, but a loud uprising. — Nikita Gill

About a month ago, when I watched a loud uprising of men’s and women’s anger about the USA’s latest Supreme Court Justice, I wrote a song — “I’m Mad About You” — which I debuted last night at an Open Mic.

In case those lyrics aren’t loud enough in that video, here they are, uprising:

I’m Mad About You

I’m mad about you.

You make me feel blue.

You make me so angry

And that isn’t new.

The things you do to enrage me,

Cage me and disengage me

Make me scream and dream of murdering you,

And I’m mad about you.

I’m mad about you.

You’re worse than the flu.

I’m pissed that you’re out there

And that’s always true.

You make me want to annoy you,

Toy with you and destroy you,

Yell and tell the horrible things that you do.

And I’m mad about you.

You may be curious

Why I’m so furious.

I’ll try to make things plain,

As I continue to womansplain.

The things you say to inflame me,

Shame me, blame me, and maim me

Should return, concern, and burn you-know who.

Because I’m mad about you.

I’m mad about you.

No, I’m not quite through.

You make me so bullshit,

I spit this at you.

I wish I could disappear you,

Never hear or be near you,

Oy, oh boy, the joy to be rid of you,

Because I’m mad, not sad, not glad, just mad about you.

© Ann Koplow, 2018

Two people yesterday told me they believe that song could go viral, which would be a loud uprising for me. Every loud uprising starts with a small sound (especially if you have only 11 subscribers on YouTube), so I’ve quietly posted that performance here.

Do you notice any loud uprisings in my other photos from yesterday?
















The gentleman on the right in that last photo is Ben, who creates a loud and supportive uprising at the start of my performance of “I’m Mad About You”.

I’m looking forward to a loud uprising at the USA mid-term elections on Tuesday, November 6. I’m also looking forward to uprisings of any volume in the comments section, below.

Thanks to all who helped me create the loud uprisings in today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.



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Day 2105: Politics

Was it politics last night when I added these lyrics to my latest original song, “Triggers”?

Everybody has a trigger,

Some are long and some are short.

Now a trigger who is bigger

Might be on the Supreme Court.

Actually, a more accurate line about current U.S. politics would have been “Now a trigger who is bigger WILL be on the Supreme Court.”

Here’s  a definition of politics:

POLITICS  noun, plural in form but singular or plural in construction
pol·i·tics | \ ˈpä-lə-ˌtiks \
Definition of politics
1a : the art or science of government
b : the art or science concerned with guiding or influencing governmental policy
c : the art or science concerned with winning and holding control over a government
2 : political actions, practices, or policies
3a : political affairs or business
especially : competition between competing interest groups or individuals for power and leadership (as in a government)
b : political life especially as a principal activity or profession
c : political activities characterized by artful and often dishonest practices
4 : the political opinions or sympathies of a person
5a : the total complex of relations between people living in society
b : relations or conduct in a particular area of experience especially as seen or dealt with from a political point of view

Here are the politics of  last night’s debut  performance of “Triggers.”

Any politics in my photos from yesterday?















To make myself happy, I’ll be experiencing the politics of Orlando’s Disney World in January.

As alway, I practice the politics of gratitude.


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Day 2077: Applause

Several times in therapy groups this week, there was spontaneous applause, as people supported each other’s perspectives and progress.

I remember attending an “Opening the Heart” weekend workshop many years ago, where each one of us received thunderous, sustained applause after introducing ourselves. I still vividly recall how that applause felt, after I had revealed myself and my vulnerabilities to many strangers.

How do you respond to applause?

Last night, I was surprised by the timing of the applause to my latest original song, “Shameless Appeals for Applause.”


I now shamelessly appeal for applause for my photos from yesterday:


No matter what kind of comment you leave below, you’re sure to get applause from me.

Gratitude is a kind of applause, so I’m now clapping for all those who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — YOU.


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Day 2042: Hidden Thoughts

Everybody has hidden thoughts. I hope I make it safe enough for people to express their hidden thoughts, here and in therapy.

I  sometimes express my hidden thoughts  in pictures.


It seems hidden from Harley that I’m not trying to harm him with my iPhone. There he is, trying to hide himself upstairs after I tried to take a photo of him when he was hidden behind the downstairs curtains.


My hidden thoughts about having to return the wrong-sized ukulele case I ordered from Amazon included this: “Why wasn’t I smart enough to measure the friggin’ ukulele before I ordered the friggin’ ukulele case?!?!”

My hidden thoughts when I realized that the Amazon return location was smack in the middle of the Commonwealth Bridge reconstruction that is creating horrible traffic jams all over Boston included this: “!!!&%^$!&%$$!!@#!!!”




It was very hot and humid yesterday, and legal spaces for me to park my car were hidden from me. I expressed my hidden thoughts to a policeman directing traffic as follows: “I need to get to the Amazon return center. I can’t find any legal place to park around here!”  After taking a pause for some hidden thoughts, the policeman said, “I don’t think there will be a problem, but park on a side street and if you get a ticket bring it back to me.” I did find a legal space, a ten-minute walk away. I encountered the policeman on my walk to the Amazon return center and expressed these hidden thoughts, “Are you the best policeman ever?  Could I take your photo for my daily blog?”


Donald didn’t agree that he was the best policeman ever, but he did let me take his picture. I wonder what his hidden thoughts were there.

Can you find any hidden thoughts in my other photos from yesterday?




I wonder what the audience’s hidden thoughts were last night about my third original song, “Hidden Thoughts.”

Please express any hidden thoughts in a comment, below.

As always, there is no hidden gratitude towards all who help me express my hidden thoughts in this blog, including YOU!




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Day 2014: How do you stop catastrophizing?

When there are so many catastrophes around, how do you stop catastrophizing?

Do you share what you observe?

When the cupboard is bare, do you stock it?

Do you imagine a world without cancer?

Do you keep calm and carry on?

Do you get in touch with your strengths?

Do you change your life?

Do you try to see your way through all the clutter?

Do you let go of judgment and cognitive distortions, focusing on what helps?

Do you try meditation?

Do you turn to music?

Do you share your catastrophizing with other people?

Do you forgive yourself and others for mistakes? Do you gird yourself for the next catastrophe? Or, do you focus on gratitude?

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Day 1979: I love a lot

I love a lot of these photos:











I love a lot of people (including Mary, above) who were at The Open Mic at Kickstand Cafe last night to witness the debut of my first original song (which starts with the words “I love a lot”).

I love a lot of YouTube videos but I’m choosing this one for today:

I love a lot of comments.

I love a lot of people who helped me create today’s blog post and — of course! — YOU.

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Day 1587: All kinds of time

When I was spending all kinds of time yesterday getting new batteries for all kinds of watches, I saw this:


Because I’m all kinds of polite, I didn’t open a book that didn’t belong to me, so I don’t know what kinds of time Harry Behn had in mind.

In the present time, my mind is having all kinds of thoughts about different kinds of time, including

  • teatime
  • facetime
  • playtime
  • noontime
  • daytime
  • nighttime
  • naptime
  • springtime
  • wintertime
  • summertime
  • dinnertime
  • lunchtime
  • flextime
  • showtime
  • downtime
  • sometime
  • anytime
  • halftime
  • wartime
  • peacetime
  • lifetime.

If I had all kinds of time to write today’s post, I’d probably think of other kinds of time. Can you?

There’s no kind of time like nowtime, so here are all kinds of other photos from yesterday:









That’s Ari, who spent all kinds of time last night singing a great original song  at the Jam’n Java Open Mic in Arlington, Massachusetts. Ari previously appeared in this kind of blog post from all kinds of time ago.

I spent all kinds of time singing last night, too. I considered singing “Summertime,” but I sang this instead, with all kinds of accompaniment:

I’m looking forward to all kinds of comments.

All kinds of gratitude to all those who help me create all kinds of blog posts (including this one) and to you — of course! — for being kind enough to visit this time.

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Day 1223: Creativity on the move

Because I love creativity AND being on the move, I noticed this sign yesterday in Harvard Square, Cambridge, USA:


I was on the move a lot yesterday, proudly creating my daily blog post in the morning with my lovely and creative assistant:

…  creatively walking to Harvard Square past moving creations:




…  moving around creative Harvard Square:






… creating a return to my car through some moving but brief moments of sunshine:







… finding Oscar had creatively moved back on my laptop:


… and meeting a creative songwriter/singer/musician/social activist/writer/teacher, Ari, at an Open Mic held at the Kickstand Cafe in Arlington Massachusetts.


Ari’s creativity is on the move at his WordPress blog, here.

Ben, Ari, and Ari’s son Rand were all movingly welcoming to me and my boyfriend Michael last night:


Ari, Ben, and I each creatively moved up to the microphone last night at the Kickstand Cafe’s first-Friday-of-every-month Open Mic.  Ari and Ben performed original songs with amazing creativity in the 1st and 10th slots of the evening. Then, Michael creatively moved his iPhone to capture my debut performance at a singing Open Mic, now creatively moving on YouTube.

As I  listen to that this morning,  I am creatively moved to write that I probably could have sung even better if I hadn’t nervously sat for hours without moving or eating, waiting for my turn to perform near the end of the night.

Now let’s see your creativity on the move, in a comment!

Thanks to all who helped me be creativity on the move yesterday and to you — of course! — for your moving creativity, here and now.


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