Day 2799: I’m on my way

I’m on my way to explaining the inspiration for today’s post.

I’m on my way to having a cat sitting near me when I blog, again, because shy kitty Harley is, for the first time, next to me while I’m blogging. If I got up to get my phone to prove that Harley is close by, he might be on his way somewhere else.

I’m on my way moving through the grief process for the loss of our ever-present kitty Oscar, although every time I read this post or that post about his passing, I cry.

We’re all on our way to the November U.S. Presidential election and I hope I won’t be crying about those results. In the meantime, I feel like I’m on my way to being stuck in a David Lynch movie.

I’m on my way to showing you my other photos from yesterday.

I love seeing cats and my son Aaron when I’m on my way.

I’m on my way to sharing  Take 6 singing “I’m On My Way” live in their inimitable way.

By the way, I loved seeing this video about a kid and his adult neighbor on their way.

I’m on my way to crying about that, too, because — as I wrote during my first year of blogging — kindness can make me cry, even harder.

Are you on your way to leaving a comment, below?

I’m always on my way to expressing gratitude, so thanks to all who help me create these daily posts, including YOU.

Day 2527: Essentials

I think clear communication is essential, so I’m essentially starting today’s blog post with a definition of essentials.

es·sen·tial
/əˈsen(t)SHəl/
noun
plural noun: essentials

a thing that is absolutely necessary.
“we had only the bare essentials in the way of gear”

the fundamental elements or characteristics of something.
“he was quick to grasp the essentials of an opponent’s argument”

Are you quick to grasp the essentials of a blog post from me?

What essentials do you see in my photographs?  I see the essentials of connection, loyalty, self-care, animals, and others.

It’s essential that I get to work on time, so I’m going to quickly finish this blog post with another essential for me — music. Last night, my essential fiancé and I danced to tunes that might become our essential song. It’s not essential that you listen to these (here and here on YouTube), but I hope you do.

 

What are your essentials?

Of course, gratitude is an essential here at The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally, so thanks to all who are essential in helping me create these daily posts, including YOU!

Day 2205: Hello, beautiful

Hello, beautiful.

How does that affect you, for somebody to call you beautiful?  What would happen if you called yourself beautiful?

Let’s try that again.

Hello, beautiful. On our beautiful flight to Disney World last week, I wrote a new song called “What Are Other People Thinking About You?” which included this lyric:

What are other people thinking about you?

That is something you will never know.

Then why not assume they’re thinking you’re gorgeous,

Smart, and someone they would want to know.

When I looked at those lyrics yesterday in the harsh, cold light of Boston, I realized I could make them more beautiful if I didn’t rhyme “know” with “know.”

Hello, beautiful. Here are my other beautiful photographs from yesterday:

My beautiful boyfriend Michael, who made that beautiful Portobello Burger last night, often says these beautiful words:

It’s not where you are, it’s who you’re with.

And since you’re always with yourself, why not enjoy the  beautiful company?

Searching YouTube for “Hello beautiful Minnie Mouse” found this beautiful match for today’s post about song lyrics and other beautiful topics:

Hello, beautiful.  Thanks for reading today’s post and if you leave a comment, that would be beautiful.

Day 1674: Firsts and seconds

First, I notice that today is the first of the month.

Second,  I will share, for the first time,  the first photo of this post.

Here are the first and second questions I had when I first saw that box:

1. How did Michael decide which knick-knacks were secondary?
2. Where the hell is the other box of knick-knacks?

It’ll take me  just a second to share some other photos for the first time.

 

First comes peace. Will anybody second that?

Here are the first and second songs that come to my mind:

What do the firsts and seconds in this post mean to you?

It’s not a first for me to end with gratitude.  First, thanks to all who helped me create today’s post. Second, special thanks to you — of course! —  for being here, now.