Last week I wrote a blog post about how much I’ll be feeling blue if the USA does not turn blue this next election. Yesterday, I saw this at a supermarket in the very blue state of Massachusetts:
Under that “FEELING BLUE?” headline, it says “You’re not alone” — which is one of the major healing factors of group therapy.
Michael was feeling blue soon after I took that photo when he noticed a grocery bagger wearing a mask BELOW his nose. Conflict makes Michael feel blue, but he still asked that supermarket employee to pull his mask up properly. We both feel blue when we go to this supermarket, because we almost always notice employees with their noses hanging out. When we see these kinds of behaviors, we talk ourselves blue in the face trying to figure out what people are thinking and why mask wearing isn’t better enforced in SUPERMARKETS, for heaven’s sake.
Before that blue period, I took this photo at that supermarket yesterday because these rubber ducks looked like they were feeling blue, hanging in the frozen foods section in this netting.
I didn’t know until later that Michael was feeling blue enough to buy those ducks and set them free.
If you’re feeling blue, you might enjoy some of the other images I captured yesterday near the very blue city of Boston.
Harley has not been feeling blue lately. Have you?
As I described last week in two blog posts (here and here), I’ve been working on reducing the power of a toxic person in my life by reimagining them as a less powerful entity — transforming them in my imagination from a dragon to a little yappy dog.
Yesterday, I discovered that it also helped to think of this person as an “odd duck” — an image that I reinforced by taking pictures of the various ducks I encountered during the day.
(idiomatic) An unusual person, especially an individual with an idiosyncratic personality or peculiar behavioral characteristics.
odd fish, strange bird, weirdo; see also Thesaurus:strange person
… do you see any evidence of odd ducks in my other photos from yesterday?
Yesterday, before people were out of my Wednesday morning therapy group, somebody said “I’m out of here” regarding a stressful, toxic family relationship.
I invited the group members to express thoughts, feelings, and associations about “I’m out of here” using words, drawings, poetry, or interpretive dance. I then did an interpretive dance of “I’m out of here” by leaving the group room to get a drink of water.
What are your thoughts, feelings, and associations about “I’m out of here”?
Let’s get yesterday’s photos out of my iPhone and into this post.
Those ducks are out of their usual element because Michael has been using a computer programming technique out of here called “Rubber Duck debugging.” He prefers to express his thoughts, while he programs, to the purple rubber duck out of Scotland (here). Why? Because it looks more interested than the Hearing Duck (which is out of here).
Yesterday, I saw my Best Friend Forever, Jeanette, who lives far away, but who was in town this weekend. (That’s another reason I was so lucky yesterday.)
Jeanette and I exchanged a lot of good news and swapped some recent lessons we’ve been learning, including the following:
If you catch yourself having an old, outmoded thought that no longer helps you, you can “put a period on it” (which reminds me of Beyoncé telling somebody to “put a ring on it,” although it’s actually the opposite.)
Technology can suddenly decide that it knows what you need better than you do, resulting in some temporarily confusing results (e.g., sorting certain e-mails into certain folders, so that you stop seeing them).
If somebody warns you about danger (or otherwise gives you advice about what you should or shouldn’t do), that doesn’t mean they think you’re stupid, incompetent, childish, or otherwise incapable of taking care of yourself. They’re letting you know, in their own way, that they care about you.
If somebody you love lives far away from you, you can still connect with them through many different technologies and services, ranging from Facetime to Amtrak.
Ghosts don’t exist, but even if they did exist, they’re probably not evil ghosts, but even if there are evil ghosts, they’re too busy with other things to bother with you, and even if they did bother with you, enough friendly ghosts have passed on, too, who will protect you.
If you make a mistake — such as accidentally parking in a handicapped parking spot in an unfamiliar location — this does not mean that you are evil, even if you have this sitting on your dashboard: