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Yesterday, on Twitter and Facebook, I got this out of my system:
Responses included
Every day, I clear those from my system by blogging first thing in the morning.
Now I’m going to clear images from my iPhone system by sharing them with you.
Decades ago, when I was dealing with upsetting medical news about my very unusual heart, I went to a percussion class and cleared fear, anger, resentment, panicking, uncertainty, and worry from my system by wildly drumming along to “The Dancer” by Stanley Clarke.
If you want to clear unexpressed thoughts or feelings from your system, you can do so in the comments section, below.
As always, I’ve got a lot of gratitude in my system.
Yesterday, in my therapy groups, people talked about having too much on their plate.
I don’t have too much on my plate to share the meaning of that idiom.
Idiom – Too much on my plate or A lot on my plate or Enough on my plate. Meaning – To be too busy. To have too many things to deal with or a lot of things to worry about. This expression is used to signify that a person has too many different things to cope with.
Coincidentally, there were paper plates in the group room, because of a retirement party earlier in the day. I suggested that people take a plate, write and draw what was on their plate, and then, if they wished, throw the plate away. People threw away plates heaped with politicians, responsibilities, stress, fear, guilt, anxiety, shame, self-doubt, bureaucracies, traffic, abusers, unhelpful thoughts, and (on one plate) Florida.
I had too much on my plate yesterday to take pictures of the plates people created and threw away, but I can share these:
If I didn’t have too much on my plate right now (physical therapy for my shoulder, work, a presentation about my groups, and a live performance of “So You Think You Can Dance”), I’d come up with a pun about home plate.
Do you have too much on your plate to watch this video?
I never have too much on my plate to thank all those who help me create these posts and — of course! — YOU.
Because today is moving day, everything must go, including everything I photographed yesterday.
Everything must go, including that important message I wrote yesterday.
Here’s “Everything Must Go” by Steely Dan, who are everything.
Before everything must go to our new home by the ocean, I must go to sincere thanks to all who helped me create this everything-must-go post and — of course! — to you, for going with me.
I’m holding on to many things as we pack up to move, including
Before I started writing today’s blog post, I got a little ferklempt at the end of this excerpt from last night’s Jimmy Kimmel Show (which is holding on here at YouTube):
As always, I’m holding on to gratitude for all those who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — for you, who keep me holding on.
What’s wrong with me, that I keep writing posts with similar titles?
What’s wrong with me, that I feel the need to link to those past posts here, here, and here?
What’s wrong with me, that when I read posts I wrote when I was dealing with so many health problems, I cry?
What’s wrong with me, that I’m having so much trouble sleeping as we prepare to move?
What’s wrong with me, that when I write these blog posts, I have to close one eye to see better, unless I’m wearing my glasses?
What’s wrong with me, that I don’t immediately put on my glasses when I start writing these posts?
What’s wrong with me, that I keep catastrophizing about what’s going to go wrong with the move and with our new place?
What’s wrong with me, that I second guess so many of my decisions, including those I’ve made so far in writing this post?
What’s wrong with me, that I’ve taken to heart some critical comments one person made about my writing when I was in college, which I rediscovered when I was going through old papers in the basement?
What’s wrong with me, that I always share photos I took the day before?
What’s wrong with me, that I’ve saved old get-well cards and my son’s old Halloween costumes, like when he dressed up as static cling?
What’s wrong with me, that I try to include relevant music in my posts? What’s wrong with me, that I thought the title of this song was “(What’s wrong with) Peace Love and Understanding?”
What’s wrong with peace, love, and understanding? Nothing.
What’s wrong with ending every post with gratitude, when I’m so grateful to all who help me create these posts and to my readers, too? And I hope you know there’s nothing wrong with you (or with me). ❤
I let things come to me every morning after I wake up, including the title of my daily blog post. This morning, I was considering naming this post “Self Care,” since that was the topic of my therapy group last night. However, lately I’ve been following a new tradition of getting my blog post titles from teabags, and this is the teabag that most recently came to me:
Let things come to you, including these three other photos I took yesterday:
I’m letting these things come to me, here and now:
Let things come to you, including this music:
Now I’ll let things come to me, including comments from you.
Let my gratitude come to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for coming to this blog today.
Another day, another blog post.
Another day, another question: How would you fill in the blank of “Another day, another _____”?
Another day, another memory: “Another day, another dollar.”
Another day, another milestone: My son is graduating high school today.
Another day, another
Another day, another song choice. Here are three tunes I’ve been hearing in my head, as I write another blog post:
#1 Sixteen Tons.
#3 The Schuyler Sisters (from the musical Hamilton, with the lyrics “look around, look around”).
Another day, another request for comments.
Another day, another thank you to all those who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for another visit.
Here are my first associations with “trash” this morning:
What are your associations with the word “trash”?
Should I have trashed any of these recent photos and why?
I would never consider any comment from you trash. And remember, only you can decide what is valuable and what is trash, in your life.
Valuable thanks to all who helped me create this trashy post and special thanks to you — of course! — for reading it.
On my way to and from work yesterday, I saw things that revealed more, when I looked closer.
For example …
and then closer:
and then closer:
and then closer:
and then closer:
At work, I encountered some other surprises. For example, the hospital was giving out little bags of Cracker Jack. And there was a surprise inside.
I didn’t try to guess what the surprise was; I just opened it:
I had no expectations about what the surprise should be, but I recognized this was NOT a great prize, for my location. Wrong baseball team AND wrong side of the country!
I had some other disappointments during the day. For example, one person told me that another person had said “ungracious” things behind my back.
What might you do, in that situation?
Here’s what I did.
I still held some hurt and anger, though.
As I was walking away from work, this song came on:
(here, on YouTube)
I love giving loud, proud voice to my feelings, these days. And nobody seems to mind, especially those who are close.
That includes this guy, yesterday, on my walking-and-singing way:
Thanks to that interested and non-flinching bunny, to Idina Menzel*, to those who look closer, to people who do their best expressing (or receiving) emotions effectively, to everybody who sings out, and to you — OF COURSE! — for getting this close, today.
* Idina Menzel sings “No Good Deed Goes Unpunished” from Wicked . John Travolta wasn’t even close, when he said her name at the Oscars this year.
** If you look closer at the links today, you might find some treasures.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 