Posts Tagged With: patience

Day 3059: Please be patient

Please be patient with others and especially with yourself.

Please be patient because we all hurry and we all judge too quickly.

Please be patient as I reveal the inspiration for today’s post.

Please be patient as I look up quotes about patience. I hope you have the patience and the time to read through all of them.

Do you have the patience to look for the missing “to” (which I impatiently noticed immediately) in one of those many quotes about patience above?

For a long time, I’ve been working on the patience to tolerate mistakes in myself and others. Because I’ve been a patient in many hospitals due to my rare heart condition — and therefore reliant on the medical perfection of strangers — I can easily become impatient with mistakes.

Please be patient as I share my other images for today.

My husband Michael has had the patience to strip every bit of old stain from our deck before he applies the new stain, which won’t be delivered until Thursday, despite our impatient wish that it be delivered the day before.

This is just another opportunity to practice patience.

I was patient enough to find the song “Patient” by Apollo LTD, a duo from Nashville, Tennessee.

Please be patient as you look through all my expressions of gratitude for those who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — for YOU.

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Day 2384: Expect the unexpected

Yesterday, I got this unexpected email:

Dear Ann Koplow

We have been looking at the database of shows who still want something, either runs or infills.

We would like to offer you the slot(s) below:

Show number 306 provisional title Group “Therapy” with Ann

Mo 19 13:00-14:00 Natural Food Kafe Basement Room

If you accept, please email this address immediately.

If these are extra performances, you will already have sent a picture and blurb. If you have not sent a picture and blurb, please immediately send one via the form. Full instructions are attached.

If you don’t want what’s offered but want something else, please email back saying what. Be as precise as you can.

If you don’t want this at all, please email back and say so. Make things as clear as possible. For example, if you’ve asked for extras but now don’t want extras, but want to keep your main run, say that. We don’t want any mistakes.

All offers are immediately void if you have breached the Ethos and Rules by applying to any other free-admission promoter, including pay-what-you-want and pay-for-priority-admission-otherwise-free. Or breached them in any other way.

Please reply as soon as you can so that we can fill the spaces as well as we can, and get your show in the Wee Blue Book.

Thank you

Free Fringe Team

I didn’t expect that!  I expect that email means that I will have a show at the Free Fringe in Edinburgh on August 19 at 1 PM, unless my responding back six hours later wasn’t immediately enough.  I expect it was, but I never seem to expect anything for sure.

With my life (see as many posts in this blog as possible), I’ve learned to expect the unexpected. I expect good things will come my way and they often do! I also expect I’ll have trouble sleeping trying to anticipate and plan for the unexpected.

I expect I’ll have to market the hell out of this Edinburgh Fringe Festival opportunity, especially because of the time and location of my show.  Expect to read more about this, here, in the month ahead.

I just posted this unexpected news on my Facebook page:

I GOT A SHOW AT THE EDINBURGH FRINGE! August 19th, 1 PM, The Natural Food Kafe. Consider making this part of your vacation plans.

Unexpectedly, somebody already has replied that they’ll be going.

Expect the unexpected photos.
















Expect an explanation of at least one unexpected photo.  That little fishing dude, directly above, reminds me of the old saying “Give someone a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach someone to fish and you feed them for a lifetime.”  I expect you’ve heard that one before.

Expect the unexpected video:

I expect that no one will watch or listen to that whole thing.

I expect the unexpected comment, below.

Expect gratitude here, every day, for all who help me live each unexpected day, including YOU!




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Day 1510: Patience

If you’ve had the patience to read all my daily posts (including this one), you might remember that a very helpful aptitude/personality test I took decades ago revealed three high indications of impatience. Therefore, patience is a virtue I work on, every day.

Yesterday, I saw these two indications of patience:



That cup and that bunny are inspiring me to be patient, especially as I look for a new home and continue to heal from heart surgery.

Do you have the patience to look at all my other photos from yesterday?































Do you have the patience to listen to the music I’ve chosen today?

If you have the patience to leave a comment, I have the patience to read it and respond.

Many thanks to all who helped me create this patient post and to you — of course! — for your patience, here and now.

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Day 1497: Why wait?

Why wait?  Why not just act, here and now, and deal with the consequences?

Why wait to

  • move?
  • change?
  • grow?
  • love?

Why wait for two signs I saw yesterday about waiting?



Why wait to move to a new place and leave the old place behind?

Why wait, when we are all mortal?

Why wait, when we don’t know what tomorrow will bring?

Why wait to share confusion about two opposite sayings about waiting?

He who hesitates is lost.

Look before you leap.

Why wait to show you my other photos from yesterday?

















Why wait for Tom Petty and this great song about waiting?

Did you wait for “The Waiting”?

Why wait to express your thoughts and feelings in a comment?

Why wait to show gratitude and appreciation?


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Day 414: P-words

I have now returned from Panama, people, and I am trying to process that — on my last vacation day before returning to work.

One thing I want to do, in this post, is show you photographs I took in Panama with my phone.  Also, because I have so many possible ways to present these pictures I need a perfect-enough structure*, to make this post potentially and primarily passable and understandable* for most people.

Hence …. P-words!!

(Before I begin, I’d like to write one preliminary, introductory paragraph where I am neither (1) trying hard to use words that begin with “P” nor (2) using the punctuation play I’ve already established in this post.  I’d like to announce that I have probably previously written about several of these P-word topics that appear in this post. Perhaps I shall link to previous posts, when applicable;  perhaps not.  I also want to mention that the punctuation play is … kind of a pain, because it’s difficult to pass back and forth between italic, bold, and plain text — the text styles seem to get “stuck”. So, this parenthetical paragraph is a nice little relief, here. Also, I would also like to let go of perfectionism with all things in this post, including punctuation, playful or otherwise.)

Phew! Now that I’ve completed that prologue of a disclaimer, shall we proceed?

(Pssssst, people! That punctuation play?  From now on in this post … I pass.)

P-Words: Phone Photos from Panama

Patient People

I’m really working on patience these days. And patience/impatience came up for me, big time, in Panama.

As is my proclivity, I project impatience onto other people, especially when I am feeling stress* and self-judgment*. And even though a vacation SHOULD be less stressful, the newness of the surroundings can increase that stress.

However, the people I encountered in Panama were, in general, particularly patient and kind.

My personal opinion is that this is the most patient person I had the pleasure to meet, in Panama:


That’s Jason. He was my personal tour guide, on the day I chose the “Hot Springs” activity. When I say “personal” I mean this: nobody else signed up for that tour, that day.

I’m kind of disappointed in myself that I didn’t get a better photo of Jason — that is, one that showed his warm smile.

Here’s another photo I took of Jason, with my iPhone, that day:


Notice all the P-words in the name of that park, people!  That was unplanned, post-wise …. I promise!

That photo, above, shows the entrance to a park that has Pre-Columbian  petroglyphs. Because I had previously heard from one of our prior Panamanian tour guides, Rolando, that the Hot Spring Tour could include a visit to see petroglyphs (and I’ve always been fascinated by ancient cultures), I asked Jason if we could stop there, before the Hot Springs.

Here are some other photos, from that park:


I asked Jason if he would pose in that photo, to get a sense of human scale (from his expression, I don’t know how he was feeling about that, at that point).   That is the short-side of a huge volcanic rock, the aftermath of an explosion of the nearby Volcano Baru, thousands of years ago. The volcanic rocks were everywhere, all around us. On the side of that rock, shown above, you can see petroglyphs mixed in with more modern types of rock-drawings.

Here’s a  photo of a perpendicular side of that same giant volcanic rock:


At this point, Jason and I were postulating about what the people who created these petroglyphs were trying to proclaim.  He told me they were carved when the rock was still soft — in other words, not too long after the eruption of the volcano. (Jason also pointed out that the petroglyphs were recently made more pronounced, for easier perception.) I can’t remember* everything we said about what the ancient Panamanians were trying to communicate, post-volcanic eruption, but I remember some punchlines about what the petroglyphs meant:



And less humorously –and perhaps more accurately pin-pointing possibly poignant, painful, personal, and panicky experiences, in that distant past:

“Why am I still here when so many other people I know died so horribly?”

But those would all be projections on my part, people, as to what I might be feeling, post trauma …. that is, after a major, unexpected devastating event like a volcanic explosion.

Jason then told me that there were more petroglyphs on top of the rock, and that these included … spirals!  And since spirals are an image and metaphor I use, a lot, in my work as a psychotherapist, I asked if I could see those, too:


I knew I was going to show those spirals in this blog, I just wasn’t sure when. There’s no time like the present, people!

Here are more photos of my time with Jason, as my guide:


Note that this terrain* is quite different* from that around Boquete, the prime location for Peggy and Ann’s Panamanian Adventures. That’s because of the lower elevation and, therefore, hotter climate. Also, note those omni-present black volcanic rocks.



I also snapped this photo of these Panamanian Pups ….


…. because I had noticed that the local dogs are unleashed, and pretty much do whatever they please. If any dogs read this blog:  you might want to ponder a move* to Panama.

More phone photos from that day:



I HAVE to comment* on that previous photo.  That, ladies and gentlemen, is Bartolo the Buffalo, preeminent for his many appearances at local festivals. Jason told me that Bartolo was an unusual buffalo, in that he allows people to ride him.

Bartolo sounds patient, to me.

I don’t have any photos to present, for the rest of that afternoon.  Why?  As I wrote about in this post, I was trying, on my vacation, to be more present in the moment, rather than primarily focusing on photography. I acted on that preference, that day, by leaving my camera behind.

There ARE other phone photos, from my afternoon tour of the Hot Springs, which I’m not going to show here. Why? Even though I was prepared to go photo-less, from that point on,   Jason was empathic, kind*, and considerate enough to ask me, several times, if he could take phone photos of me at the Caldera Hot Springs, which included (1) a spring that a local Panamanian person said was “muy caliente” (but which tough* and plucky Ann had NO PROBLEM tolerating) and (2) a hot spring that bubbles into a beautiful* brook!

And, in case you don’t know my photography rules, I don’t show photos of myself in this blog. At least, not yet.

But I do have more phone photos to show you, from Panama, that illustrate more P-words.

Patient people, continued*:

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Pssssst!  That’s Peggy!


Pssssst!  That’s Rolando!

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Psssst! That’s Jyoti and Sanjay  (I’m pretty positive I’ve got their names right), who were also staying at Los Establos. I thought I had a photo of all four patient people in their group (including Anju and Alok who were present above but unaccounted for in that photo) … but I can’t find it right now.  In the foreground of the above photo? That’s the first* cup of coffee I’ve had for … forty years. How was it?  Primo!**

And the last, but not least, patient person appearing in a phone photo:


That’s, Irina, the patient, pleasant and phenomenal owner of Los Establos.  We ran into her at the Panama City airport yesterday, which I found quite propitious, since I hadn’t photographed her previously.

And, before I end* this post, some more phone photos, representing other P-words.



Planes and passengers:

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Psssst!  That’s Connie Zielinski, who moved from the USA to Boquete, Panama, several years ago.  She gave us a preview of  coming attractions — the  upcoming February 13th parade — moments after I took that previous photo:

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And, Presto!  Here’s Connie, two days later, in that parade:


Geesh!  I really should finish this post. Is it procrastinating, that I want to post more photos of Panama?

Just one more “Plane” photo:


Pssst!  That’s snow, on the ground, right before we landed in Boston, last night. I don’t want to end this post there, people.  A few more photos from the past, using P-words, okay?




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And just one more P-word (with no photo, phone or otherwise).


Thanks to that beautiful country; to Los Establos; and to Jason, Peggy, Rolando, Irina, Connie, and every other patient person, parrot, or puppy appearing in — or reading! — this post.

* There’s no perfect-enough synonym starting with “P”  for this particular word.  Believe me, I checked (on

** That would be the Italian meaning of “primo,” not the Spanish (which primarily, according to my perception, means “cousin”).

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Day 264: An Inadvertent Tweet

Yesterday evening, I found out that I had inadvertently tweeted a tweet.

This was the tweet:


I don’t know how that happened.  (I have some theories.)

When I saw it, I knew how quickly that “T” had gone out into the universe.

And there was no taking it back.

How did I know it was out there? Because people responded to that tweet.

The first response was from Teresa (who appears in this blog post).

Teresa replied,


I appreciated that response, because it was quick and effective.

My friend, Janet (who appears in this post), replied,

Were you trying to dot your Is and cross your Ts? Because, half success.

I appreciated that response, because it was both clever and kind.

My 15-year-old son’s response to my inadvertent tweet?  He favorited it, and re-tweeted it.

I appreciated that response, too.

What were MY responses to that tweet?

Here were my feelings, when I first saw it:

  1. I felt perplexed.  (“Where did that come from?”)
  2. I felt embarrassed.  (“That’s a mistake.”)
  3. I felt worried. (” What will people think?”)
  4. I felt safe.  (“People will understand.”)
  5. I felt happy. (“This is fun!”)

The really good news is that I went through Feelings 1 – 3 very quickly …

… and settled on Feelings 4 and 5.

(Somebody, at work, asked me yesterday, “Will I ever stop having these anxious thoughts?”

I said, “I’m not sure.  But maybe you’ll be able to let go of them so fast, you barely notice them.”

We both agreed that would be great.)

As I’ve been composing this post, today, I have been trying out different ways to express the concept of speed. And, as you have seen (and heard), I settled upon a sound bite.

In an earlier blog post this year, I  was also looking for a way to express the concept of speed.

Apparently, that’s something I sometimes want to communicate, clearly.


Speed is not the same thing as rushing, though.

Something else I yearn to communicate clearly is this:

You have all the time you need.

I hope this is not confusing.

What else did I want to tell you, this fine morning?

Well, I told you about my feeling responses to that inadvertent, fast-as-a-spaceship tweet.

I didn’t tell you about my action — the next “right” thing, that I chose to do.

For many hours, I let that “T” hang out there.

And that was okay.

I realized it might confuse people.

But that was okay.

This morning, I thought of a way to “conclude” that inadvertent tweet, for a sense of closure. To add something to it, so it “made sense.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that, though. There are things to be said for putting something mysterious out there, that makes no immediate sense.

For example, if you do that, people can put their own interpretations on it.

Various tools of therapy are like that:


And so is abstract art:


Yes, there is something to be said for ambiguous things.

But, I have to admit, I like closure sometimes. Especially if I’ve started something (even inadvertently).

Also, I don’t like confusing people. I can be partial to clarity, myself.

Plus, I rarely pass up a chance to be clever, or to refer to something I like.

So, this morning, I sent out another tweet.


Was that the perfect next step?


Could I have been more clever?

I’m sure.

Might that still confuse some people?


What was I thinking about?

This guy, for one thing:


Hey, look!  Tigger‘s tweeting, too!

Ta Ta For Now, dear readers. (And thanks to all.)

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Day 129: Clichés

This post is dedicated to people I’ve worked with in the past, whom I really appreciate.

The definition of cliché:

platitude: a trite or obvious remark

I’m hearing them differently lately.

Here are some I heard when I was growing up (and rolling my eyes):

1.  First things first.


2.  Patience is a virtue.


3.  Honesty is the best policy.


4.  The more the merrier.

(Pssst! That’s an invitation for you to add clichés that “ring true” for you.)

And, in conclusion (seemingly contradicting that last one):

5.  Quality, not quantity.

Thanks for reading. (Is that a cliché?)  (Nah.)

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