Posts Tagged With: making meaning

Day 2194: “Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.”

If  my post title today irritates you or leads you to an understanding of yourself or others, let’s give the credit to Carl Jung.

“Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.”

… is displayed on the front of the packaging for the Carl Jung action figure in my office.

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Whenever I share that quote with others, they seem to understand.

How do you understand that quote from Carl Jung, my understanding readers?

These days, several things are irritating me about others, which means I have an unprecedented opportunity to understand myself!  I’m going to celebrate that by sharing some other recent photos (which may be an irritating habit of mine, which I hope you understand).

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It’s not how old you are, it’s how you keep learning to understand yourself and others.

Here are 10 additional quotes from Carl Jung, which can lead to more understanding.

I hope you understand my gratitude for all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — for YOU.

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P.S. After I published this post, I realized it was irritatingly similar to this one, from August 2017. I hope you understand!

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Day 2040: If it were my dream

If it were your dream that I’ve written about discussing dreams in therapy groups before, that dream would be true (see “Shared Dreams,” here).

Yesterday morning, people shared and commented on each other’s dreams in group.  Because the dreamer is the expert on the dream, everyone else began their reactions with “If it were my dream it might mean …”

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My dream is for all people to have the space and time to make their own meanings, instead of being told what their dreams should mean.

Last week, I dreamed that I was good friends with somebody with whom I’ve had years of conflict, bad feelings, and strife.

If it were your dream, what might that mean?

If it were your dream to share a dream below, please do so.

I dream of street signs like this, everywhere:

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If that sign appeared in your dream, what would it mean?

If it were your dream to share a song about dreams, which one would you choose?

I choose “These Dreams,” by Heart.

If it were my dream to sing my heart out at any Open Mic tomorrow, what might that mean?

If it were my dream to thank all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — YOU, I would share photos like these:

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Day 1705: Meanwhile

Meanwhile, from Edinburgh, there’s this.

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Meanwhile, on my last full day before returning home tomorrow, I’m sharing my photos from yesterday.

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Meanwhile, as my son and I have been whiling away the time with comedy, food, walks, talks, music, and good company  before he starts his second year at University of Edinburgh, there have been lots of meaningful things going on in the world.  I’m not sure what these will all mean, but let’s not be mean to each other in the meanwhile. Do you know what I mean while I’m writing this?

Meanwhile, here’s a video featuring Peter Brush and other U.K. comedians:

Meanwhile, thank you for visiting  and please come back soon!

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Day 1162: I’d be lost without ___

Yesterday, as I was lost in an enormous local supermarket, I saw this:

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During many lost and found times, I’ve thought I’d be lost without:

  • my parents,
  • my sister,
  • God,
  • my extended family,
  • friends,
  • books,
  • music,
  • my cardiac pacemaker,
  • writing,
  • my cat(s),
  • home,
  • school,
  • love,
  • a significant other,
  • a job,
  • my integrity,
  • financial security,
  • my son,
  • a sense of purpose,
  • a fulfilling career,
  • authenticity,
  • honesty,
  • my doctors,
  • support,
  • the kindness of strangers,
  • sleep,
  • nourishing food,
  • therapists,
  • good health,
  • group work,
  • travel,
  • the past,
  • the future,
  • the present moment,
  • this blog,
  • my readers, and
  • Geographical Positioning Systems.*

I’d be lost without my iPhone to take photos, including these:

Lost?

I’d be lost without my curiosity and I’m curious if you can guess what might be inside this greeting card:

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or this one:

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or this one:

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If you’d be lost without some music, here‘s Sting singing lyrics that include “I’m lost without you.”

I’m lost without gratitude, so

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* I’d be lost without Google to check that “GPS” actually stands for Global Positioning System.

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Day 1089: The Meaning of Life

Earlier this year, I attempted to explain The Meaning of Life. Thanks to my niece Julie’s lovely Christmas present to me last night …

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… I am choosing to revisit this topic today.

Because I’m a group therapist, I usually like to go to the group, first, about any important topic.  Therefore, my esteemed group of readers, what would YOU express in a journal called “The Meaning of Life”?  Might you fill that journal with:

  • thoughts?
  • feelings?
  • the past?
  • the present?
  • the future?
  • hopes?
  • dreams?
  • disappointments?
  • yourself?
  • other people?
  • lessons?
  • warnings?
  • the facts?
  • imagination?
  • words?
  • images (like these, from yesterday,  Christmas eve 2015)?

Your meanings will give more meaning to this meaningful post.

Happy Christmas, love, and peace to all my readers.  And I mean it.

Sincerely,

My brain, heart, etc.

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Day 1076: What does that mean?

I’m typing this on my phone keyboard before 6 AM on a Saturday morning. 

What does that mean?

What do you think it means?

I woke up from a dream where Santa was driving a sleigh with 10 reindeer, who all had the face of a high school classmate of mine. 

What does that mean?

What do you think it means?

Here are the photos I took yesterday. 

   
    
    
    
    
    
    
   
What do those mean?

What do you think they mean?

Meaningful and non-mean thanks to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for bringing meaning to it. 

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Day 988: What does it all mean?

Every once in a while, I think

What does it all mean?

What does it all mean, when I think that?

Well, it might mean that I’m confronting:

  • change,
  • hope,
  • confusion,
  • concern,
  • the unexpected,
  • disappointment,
  • spirituality,
  • risks,
  • mortality,
  • all sorts of feelings, or
  • the unknown, in myself and in others.

Do you ever think (or even say out loud)

What does it all mean?

What does it mean when you do that?

Yesterday, as I and other people were wondering

What does it all mean?

… I took these photos:

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What do all those photos mean to you, dear readers?

The word “mean” reminds me, right now, about something that happened yesterday at work.  I and somebody else googled this bumper sticker:

Mean people suck.

What does it all mean, that we did that?  Because of confidentiality, I cannot tell you. However, I will tell you that the bumper stickers we found all cost less than 5 dollars.

What does it all mean that I include YouTube videos in these posts?

That‘s Emily Levine trying to explain  “What Does it All Mean?”  at a Ted Talk in 2014.

What will it all mean, to me, if you leave a comment?

A lot.

Meaningful thanks to Emily Levine, to all the people and cats who helped me create this post, and to you — of course! — for whatever meaning you make of this, today.

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Day 971: You just never know

On Thursday evening, a long-time participant in my Coping and Healing groups — after listening to what other members were sharing and discussing — offered this  helpful conclusion:

You just never know.

You just never know what somebody else intends to communicate, but I felt like I knew what that person meant.

You just never know:

  • what is going to happen next,
  • another person’s experience,
  • why people make the choices they do,
  • another person’s thoughts,
  • all the feelings somebody else is having,
  • how and why other people behave the ways they do,
  • what our leaders are thinking,
  • how everything that happens might have an effect,
  • how other people see you,
  • what it’s like to be another creature on this earth,
  • how to keep up with rapidly evolving technology,
  • how we’re all going to survive,
  • how to make meaning out of senseless cruelty,
  • how people go on after traumatic experiences,
  • what beauty you are going to encounter,
  • how kind strangers can be,
  • how much time we have in this world,
  • what the heck I’m going to blog about any given day, and
  • which images are going to capture my attention, as I make my way through this world.

For example,

… you just never know what I’m going to bring back from Scotland.
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You just never know what’s going to show up outside a hospital gift shop.

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You just never know what beautiful natural scenes exist close to where you are.

If you know anything about me from reading this blog, you probably know that I’ll be doing my darnedest to get outside for lunch on a Friday. You might also know, if you’re a long time and faithful reader,  that my Friday lunch choice, from the cafeteria where I work, is kick-ass macaroni and cheese (not pictured).

You just never know what people are going to say at a goodbye party, although that usually includes words of appreciation never before spoken. After I took that last picture above, I witnessed many others expressing love and hopes for my wonderful co-worker, Mary, who is retiring from our hospital-based practice.  Mary, when saying goodbye to me in front of everybody, mentioned Friday macaroni and cheese! You just never know how well somebody can get to know you, in only four years. I told people at that going-away party that if I didn’t know I would definitely see Mary after she leaves next week, I knew I’d be bursting into tears.

You just never know how many connections you’re going to make in one day.


  
  
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You just never know what  amazing things you’re going to see when you’re spending time with somebody you love.


  
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And you just never know when the inspiration for a blog post title is going to hit. Yesterday, on my drive home to spend Friday evening with my boyfriend Michael, I noticed something I’d  never known before, and I pulled over to the side of the road to photograph it:

    
  

You just never know when a local marching band is going to appear on a main street.

You just never know when auto-correct is going to slow you down — it just took me many attempts and minutes to write “Main Street” in that last paragraph without initial capitals.

You just never know when I’m going to give up fighting auto-correct.

You just never know what music I’m going to choose on a Saturday.

You just never know when a beloved friend is going to raise you up by inviting you to go to a musical, like my friend Barbara did yesterday. Six hours from now, know that Barbara  and I will be at a matinee of Kinky Boots, in Boston.

You just never know how others are going to comment on something you create. I guess we’ll find out, below!

Unknowing and knowing thanks to those who helped me create this post today and to you — of course! — for all you know.

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Day 701: Clues

701* minus  386 days ago, I wrote a post with the same title as today‘s.

Any clue as to what that title might have been?

When I look at that similarly-titled post from January 21, 2014, I find some interesting clues to what I might write about today. For example, that post’s tags included:

  • anxiety about being on time
  • anxiety about the cold
  • fear of traveling
  • fulfilling obligations
  • letting go of anxiety
  • paying attention
  • reasons for blogging

I must say that in the last 315 days, I’ve gotten some clues regarding that first anxiety. That is, I’m  less anxious about being on time, these days.

Anxiety about the cold is still an important clue for me in the present, though. For example, when I see a new cardiologist, very soon — who will be looking for clues about what to do about my very unusual heart —  I plan to offer him this clue about how I’ve been feeling lately:

Maybe I’m just friggin’ anxious about the cold!!!

Here’s some proof that clue might crack The Case of Ann’s Heart: the last two days have been nice and warm, here in Boston USA, and I (and my heart) have felt much better.

What other clues do I want to include here, now?

People who read this blog regularly have a clue, and give me clues, too, about my in-clue-ding music here. (Puns: Clueless or Nott?)

Do you have any clues about how I choose the music for these posts?

  1. Often, it’s a song that randomly comes up for me on Spotify, which also clues me in on what  clue-ful/clueless photos to take during the day.
  2. The title of the tune somehow clues in to the topic or title of the post.

Today’s song is ….

Any guesses or clues?

 

Give up?

 

It’s “clues-oh?-nay!”

Oh, nay! Today’s song is actually They Might Be Giants‘ “Cloisonné” (a tune I heard yesterday and a word  I’m clueless about spelling).

(If any true detectives need a clue to discover “Cloisonné on Youtube, here it is.)

Any clues about what’s going on in that Cloisonné video? And any clues about what’s going on in the lyrics of that song?

While you’re considering those clues, here are some photos I took yesterday as visual clues for today’s topic of “Clues,” while listening to the clues in”Cloisonné:

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Clue me in, if you can, about these:

  • How do you look for clues, every day?
  • How do you make sense of the clues you find?
  • Why are people so fascinated by clues?
  • What do you think of the clues left by me and by They Might Be Giants today?

Feel free to leave clues about who you are and about what you think or feel, in a comment, below (with or without commas, which I sometimes seem to be clueless about).

I’ve got a clue to thank TMBG, IABSORIW, E&B, AWE, and YOU (no matter how many and what kind of clues you’ve got today).


* As clue- and wonder-ful Maureen clued us in on yesterday in her comment to this post, 701 is a very special number, because it = 10 + 21 + 32 + 43 + 54. **

** I thought I might be clueless, today, about how to use superscripts in WordPress. I wasn’t.

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Day 573: Why? Because I thought it was _____.

Yesterday, I wrote a post about the death of a woman I work with. Why?  Because I thought it was appropriate, the right thing to do, and healing.

Actually, I could probably use the same answers to the Why? about any post I’ve written here.

I didn’t get a lot of sleep Friday night, so my mind was working strangely, yesterday, when I went for my Saturday morning walk.

I took lots of photos on yesterday’s walk.  Why?  Because I thought it was appropriate, the right thing to do, healing, and fun.

Now, I have a quiz for you, this morning.

Why do I have a quiz for you? What do you think?

Here’s the first part of the quiz:

Immediately after I took one of the following thirty-two pictures, somebody asked me, “Why did you take that photo?”

Which photo do you think that was?

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Wow!  I sure took a lot of photos, yesterday. And yet, only once did somebody ask, “Why did you take that photo?”

So …. do you have any guesses about which photo that was?

Okay!  Here’s the second part of the quiz. In response to that question yesterday, I said, “Because I think it’s  _____.”

Granted, that was a very short reply, from me. I hope that didn’t seem rude, to the person who asked. What she didn’t know was this: I was in a rush, to meet my son at the end of his piano lesson.

I’m leaving the last word in my reply blank, so you can guess that, too.

Any questions? Any answers?

Before I end this post, I want to tell you these things:

  • I am curious about any responses you want to share.
  • I’m wondering if anybody is going to guess, correctly, what happened to me, yesterday.
  • That would be difficult to do.
  • Your answers are as good as mine, at this point (I believe).
  • This song came on, while I was walking and taking photos, yesterday.

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  • “Hearing “Michael from Mountains” reminded me I had committed (in this post) to rewrite the words to “Michael from Boston.”
  • I rewrote the words when I got home, tried to find the guitar part online, and found this, instead.

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Why did I rewrite the words to that song and look for the guitar part online?

Because I thought those were the next steps towards a personal goal: To record myself singing “Michael from Boston.”

Why?

Don’t you think you have enough questions to answer, at this point?

Thanks to all my readers, to the person who asked me that question yesterday, to Joni Mitchell, to my boyfriend Michael, to laotsu77 (for posting such a great instrumental back-up for the song and making my life much easier), and  — of course! — to you. Why? Because I thought it was wonderful for you to stop by, today.

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