Last night, after listening to many Todd Rundgren songs that spoke to me, I asked a question on Twitter about who speaks to you:
I love reading about who speaks to other people.
Do you know who does NOT speak to me (which I’ve never spoken about before on this blog)? My sister. People who speak in my therapy groups often reveal that siblings in their families have trouble speaking to each other.
Here’s someone who constantly speaks to me, although I don’t know what she’s saying.
Do any of my images today speak to you?
The Daily Bitch always speaks to me (even if some people in Real Life and on Twitter don’t speak to me).
Here’s one of the Todd Rundgren songs that spoke to me yesterday:
Who is speaking to you now? Hello, it’s me, with gratitude for YOU.
Yesterday, as I was trying to balance my needs with other people’s needs, I
balanced providing individual and group therapy at the Boston hospital where I work,
helped prepare my two wonderful co-workers who will be covering three of my groups while I’m on vacation for two weeks,
had the delicious macaroni and cheese at the hospital cafeteria for the first time since the beginning of the pandemic (because they only serve it on Fridays and I usually work remotely from my home on Fridays),
met with my new electrophysiologist/cardiologist, Dr. Peter Zimetbaum, at the hospital where I work, and
felt very relieved about how knowledgeable, encouraging, and willing Dr. Zimetbaum was to collaborate with my long-time cardiologist, Dr. Deeb Salem, who works at a different Boston hospital.
On balance, it was a terrific day.
Do you see balance in my images for today?
Leave it to today’s Daily Bitch to have the last word on balance.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “balance.”
Yesterday, I saw this “Message in a Bottle” at a public art installation near the hospital where I work:
Here’s the description of “Message in a Bottle” by Janet Kawada and Bette Ann Libby:
For centuries, bottles have been used for preservation and as vessels to carry thoughts and memories. They have the capacity to last much longer than we anticipate. Finding an unexpected relic of a bygone time gives the discoverer a moment to consider. WHO left it, WHAT was that person doing here and WHERE did they come from? Yearning for peace, love, a better future, frightened, hopeful, adventurous or all of the above. Did we welcome them? Maya Angelou states, The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
In a way, every blog post is a message in a bottle from me — yearning for peace, love, a better future, frightened, hopeful, etc. Also, my photos often try to capture a message in a bottle from somebody else.
What message in a bottle do you notice here, now?
Because it’s National Tell a Joke Day, here are some “message in a bottle” jokes.
I’m having trouble keeping up with many things these days, including
changes in technology,
the news, and
responding to all the wonderful people who engage with me through social media (here and on Twitter).
Let’s see if I’m keeping up with the latest definition of “keeping up.”
Keeping up with the first definition and with my role as a psychotherapist, I keep telling people not to keep comparing themselves with others, because that keeps them feeling bad about themselves. If you want to keep up with definitions of comparisons and other cognitive distortions (which I keep calling “automatic and unhelpful thoughts), I’m keeping those definitions here.
I’m keeping up with blogging every day by sharing my thoughts, my feelings, and the photos and other captured images I’m keeping up on my phone (which may explain why my phone is slowing down and having trouble keeping up with me these days) (but that’s not keeping me up at night).
Do you see keeping up in my images for today?
Today I’ll be keeping up with the National Days by seeking out my favorite flavor of ice cream, Rocky Road. Keeping up with National Leave the Office Early Day is challenging, since Thursdays I work late until 8, but I’m working from home (which I keep doing, except for Mondays, when I’m keeping up with work at the hospital).