Do people know what rhetorical questions are?
Do you see rhetorical questions in any of my images for today?
Should I check YouTube for rhetorical questions?
Here’s a song that asks a rhetorical question:
Might you consider leaving a comment about this post?
Is gratitude a good way to end a post about rhetorical questions?
What’s so funny about 2019?
Esquire Magazine asked and now I’ve asked, too.
What’s so funny about these 2019 images?
What’s so funny about peace, love, and understanding?
What’s so funny about gratitude for all who helped me create this “What’s So Funny?” post in 2019?
What’s so funny about “Thanks a hole punch”?
Believe that this is only the second blog post I’ve ever written with “believe” in the title.
Believe that the first one was written EXACTLY three years ago. (I believe this link will get you to that other post.)
Believe that this wondrous coincidence was created by my noticing this yesterday in the back of a car:
Believe that I noticed all these other things yesterday, too.
Believe that yesterday we saw a mango …
… and a cat on a leash on a Massachusetts beach.
Do you believe that it’s always cool to be kind?
I do!
Believe that this is Nick Lowe singing his song:
I believe there will be comments on this post about what you believe.
Believe that I always end these posts with many thanks to all who help me create them and — of course! — to YOU.
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). ❤
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 