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Day 2550: Narrative

Because of the kind of narrator I am, I’m going to start today’s narrative with a definition of “narrative”.

NARRATIVE

noun
1. a story or account of events, experiences, or the like, whether true or fictitious.
2. a book, literary work, etc., containing such a story.
3. the art, technique, or process of narrating, or of telling a story:
“Somerset Maugham was a master of narrative.”
4. a story that connects and explains a carefully selected set of supposedly true events, experiences, or the like, intended to support a particular viewpoint or thesis:
“to rewrite the prevailing narrative about masculinity”; “the narrative that our public schools are failing.”

Because I’m a psychotherapist who uses narrative therapy, I’m going to add to the narrative here with a description of that.

Narrative therapy is a form of psychotherapy that seeks to help people identify their values and the skills and knowledge they have to live these values, so they can effectively confront whatever problems they face. The therapist seeks to help the person co-author a new narrative about themselves by investigating the history of those qualities. Narrative therapy claims to be a social justice approach to therapeutic conversations, seeking to challenge dominant discourses that it claims shape people’s lives in destructive ways.

Yesterday, I noticed some self-destructive, outmoded, and fixed narratives, including

  • I am worthless.
  • I cannot trust anyone.
  • I am stuck forever.
  • I am weak.
  • If people knew the real me, they would reject me.
  • I am worthwhile only when I’m at my best.
  • People don’t want to listen to me.
  • Speaking up is dangerous.
  • Not speaking up is dangerous.
  • People who dislike me can ruin my life.
  • I am helpless.
  • If I ask for help, I won’t get it.
  • People, including me, are not capable of change.
  • There is no hope.

I always have hope that people can change their narratives.  After all, there are so many different ways to tell a story, even the story of your life.

Do my photos from yesterday create a narrative?

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The people at SoundBot are sharing the narrative, above, that every moment deserves a song. Here‘s a song — which intertwines lots of narratives — that I was listening to yesterday with my new SoundBot wireless musical earmuffs:

We all have a different, personal narrative of the events of September 11, 2001, but we all share elements of that painful narrative.

I look forward to the narratives in the comments, below.

I end every narrative here with gratitude, so thanks to all who help me create these daily posts, including YOU.

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Day 2480: Different

Although I’ve published many different posts, including Day 2394: A little bit different, Day 1930: Lucky to be different, Day 1835: Different ways to say things, Day 1762: Different parts, Day 1726: Different perspectives, Day 972: Intentionally Different, Day 689: Different stylesDay 690: Different styles (continued)and Day 453: Different languages (and dances)this post is different from all the other ones, just as each one of us is different from everybody else.

When I give a 5-minute talk at my college reunion on September 21, I’m going to stress how different I am, with this beginning:

Everybody our age remembers where they were and what they were doing on November 22, 1963. I’m different from the rest of you.  I have no memories of that day, because I was having heart surgery to receive my first cardiac pacemaker.

Every time I rewrite that opening, it’s different, but the meaning remains the same.

This post is different because it has only three photos.

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Today is going to be different because

  • I’ll be facilitating a different version of my Coping and Healing groups for staff at the Primary Care Practice of the major Boston hospital where I work and
  • each day is different from what we expect.

Last night, I asked my boyfriend Michael — who is different from everybody else —  if he thought that staff group would go okay today.  He said (in different words), “Why should this be different from every other time you’ve done this before?”

Here’s “Dare to be Different” by Donovan (with a slideshow of different photos created by passage2truth):

 

As always, I care about your different thoughts and feelings about this post.

There are many different ways to express gratitude to those who help me create this blog and to those who read it, and here are some of them:

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Day 2314: Look at me!

Look at me, writing a second blog post titled “Look at me!” almost exactly two thousand and two hundred days after the first one.  (Who’s counting?  Look at me!)

Look at me, sharing what I drew in a therapy group yesterday, when the topic chosen by the group was “children.”

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Look at me, seeing my wonderful dentist for the first time since his double lung transplant eight months ago.

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For the first few years of this blog, I didn’t let anybody look at me!

Look at me, sharing all my other photos from yesterday.

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Look at Harley, letting me look at him without running away.

When I searched YouTube for “Look at Me”, I found this ear-splitting, dubbed video of a 7 year old allegedly rapping the late  XXXTentacion’s “Look at Me!” on America’s Got Talent.

Look at me, warning you not to watch that unless you lower the sound before you get to the dubbed rapping.  Here‘s  7-year-old Mir Money‘s actual performance on the show:

Look at Howard Stern hugging Mir Money after he made him cry.

Look at XXXTentacion performing “Look at Me!” live in 2017, almost exactly a year before he was murdered at age 20.

Look at me, looking forward to looking at all your comments about this “Look at Me!” post and also thanking all who helped me create it.

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Day 2298: National Nutrition Month

Did you know that March is National Nutrition Month? I wouldn’t have, either, except I saw this yesterday:

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I agree that there are lots of ways to get nutrition, including games, snacks, and prizes.

I think it’s interesting that national nutrition month is the same month that, in this nation,

  • offers no holidays from work,
  • comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb,
  • has a mind-and-body disrupting time change, and
  • features green food and drink, which never looks particularly nutritious to me.

Can you find any nutrition in my other photos from yesterday?

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I look forward to finding and supplying nutrition for others during National Nutrition Month.

I find nutrition in Neil Young‘s music. A search for “Neil Young Nutrition” brings this up on YouTube …

… and this:

 

I look forward to the nutrition in your comments.

Nutritious thanks to all who helped me create this “National Nutrition Month” post and — of course! — to unrepeatable, magical YOU.

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Day 2263: Sux

Lately, I’ve been getting lots of news that sux.   That news has included:

  • the premature death of a lovely woman I’ve known for years,
  • injustice in the legal system,
  • a diagnosis of brain cancer for another beloved friend,
  • the appointment of a fossil fuels lobbyist to the U.S. Cabinet as Secretary of the Interior, and
  • pretty much all the news in the media, which I’ve been trying to avoid.

When there’s so much news that sux, it helps me to share my feelings and thoughts with others.  Right before I started writing this post, a friend and I wrote “Sux” to each other on Messenger.

It also helps me to take in  and share what’s not sucking around me.

It sux when somebody posts photos in a blog post that are difficult to read.  If you want to suck in more of what’s going on in any of those pictures, please suck it in and click on it.

It sux when there are demons in your life, but there always are, so why not name them, as suggested by that mindfulness card, above?  When I first read the front of that card “Name the demons,” I sucked in my breath as I imagined naming them “Fred,” “Gertrude” or “Charlie.”

It sux that I have to get to work early this morning, so here’s what I can quickly find on YouTube for “Sux.”

 

Here’s what comes up for “Sux Music”:

I notice connections  between those two “sux” videos about what sux.

It never sux to experience and express gratitude for what you do have, so thanks to all who helped me write this “”Sux” post and — of course! — to YOU.

 

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Day 2251: What am I?

“What am I?” recently showed up on my office white board.

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What am I that I didn’t write the discussed follow-up to that question: “Chopped liver?”

What am I if I don’t explain that “What am I?  Chopped liver?” is a way some people express feeling expendable, unappreciated, and less-than.

What am I if I don’t link to this entry from knowyourphrase.com and quote this from there?

WHAT AM I, CHOPPED LIVER?

Meaning:

A rhetorical question used by a person who feels they are being given less attention or consideration than someone else.

Synonyms: None.

Origin Of ‘What Am I, Chopped Liver?’
​The origin of this phrase is not really clear. I have, however, heard of two theories that may indicate how this expression came to be. The first is that liver is not always viewed on the same level as others foods. For example, if a person is cooking a chicken, they’ll oftentimes throwaway the giblets, you know, like the liver or gizzard. Or instead of throwing the giblets away, the person will cook them, not for themselves, but for their pets to eat. Hence, since liver is not usually as desirable to eat as other foods, the expression might spring from such an idea.

Another explanation, as Wikipedia explains, is that “chopped liver was traditionally served as a side dish rather than a main course.” So the idea would be that sometimes, a person might feel like their thoughts or feelings are not being considered as fully as they should, so they feel like they are being treated as if they were a side dish.

Example Sentence(s)

1. Jake, a friend of mine, asked what my sister and I thought of his new clothes, but he seemed to specifically ignore my comments… what am I, chopped liver?

Have you read my similarly titled blog posts — Day 1313: Who am I? and Day 625: Where am I?  Why not?  What am I, chopped liver?

What are my photos, chopped liver?

 

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What is that, chopped liver?  No, it’s delicious salmon, brussels sprouts, and quinoa.

What are these videos (found here and here)? Chopped liver?

What are you, chopped liver?  No, you are my valuable and much appreciated readers, so many thanks!

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Day 2067: Something witty and thought-provoking

Now that I’ve provoked you into thinking that there will be something witty and thought-provoking in today’s post, here’s something I saw yesterday:

Do any of my other photos from yesterday contain something witty and thought-provoking?

This photo …

… might have been something witty and thought-provoking if I had managed to get a clear shot of that moving car, with the witty and thought-provoking license plate “TA DAHH.” That would have been something!

Try as I may to post something witty and thought-provoking every day on WordPress, I continue to run into thought-provoking technical problems loading my photos that require me to blog from my phone. It’s more challenging to be witty and thought-provoking when you’re typing on a tiny little phone keyboard and are all thumbs.

Was that last sentence something witty and thought-provoking or just provoking?

Because of the Spinal Tap reference in this photo …

here‘s something witty and thought-provoking from them.

I look forward to something witty and/or thought-provoking in the comments section below, but any comment will do. The last thing I want to do is provoke any anxiety in anybody.

Gratitude doesn’t have to be witty or thought-provoking, so here’s thanks to all who helped me create “something witty and thought-provoking” today and — of course — to YOU.

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Day 1989: Joy

Yesterday, I noticed that somebody had chosen joy from the emotions chart on my door at work.

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That gave me joy then and gives me joy now.

What gives you joy?

Can you find joy in any of my other photos from yesterday?

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There’s lots of joy on YouTube from for King & Country ,

from the movie Immortal Beloved,

from VaShawn Mitchell,

from the Georgia Mass Choir,

 from the Muppets,

and from Leven Kali.

I will take joy in your comments, no matter what they contain.

There’s joy in gratitude, every day.

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Day 1912: Jumping to conclusions

Are you ready for some jumping to conclusions?

If you jump to this page about jumping to conclusions, you’ll see that jumping to conclusions includes two very common cognitive distortions:  mind reading and fortune telling.

Perhaps some of you are jumping to the conclusion that I’m writing about jumping to conclusions today because of something that jumped out at me yesterday.

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I wonder if there are any conclusions or jumping in my other photos from yesterday.

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With all those bunnies jumping out at us, we might jump to the conclusion that Easter is approaching.

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I jumped to the conclusion that cats would be in that box and in that card holder, but they weren’t. However, cats were nearby.

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This  is always on my mind about jumping to conclusions:  sometimes we’re right and sometimes we’re not.  Let’s not jump to the conclusion that our conclusions are always right and other people’s conclusions are always wrong.

If jumping to conclusions really burned calories, I wouldn’t be gaining weight from eating delicious food.

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If you jumped to the conclusion that Michael made salmon last night, your conclusion would be correct.

Has anybody jumped to the conclusion about what music we’ll be jumping to now?

In conclusion, thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and to you — of course! — for jumping to my blog today.

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Day 1864: PAIN IS NOT A PUNISHMENT

Yesterday, in a therapy group, several people were talking about physical and emotional pain and wondering what they had done to deserve all that pain.  I quoted the helpful phrase “PAIN IS NOT A PUNISHMENT”  which led to an interesting discussion about the painful messages people got in their families of origin, the wish to make meaning of pain, self-blame, and self-forgiveness.  Somebody in the group asked me to write “PAIN IS NOT A PUNISHMENT”  on the board.

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As I wrote that, I was very aware of the pain in my left shoulder, which has been getting worse since my fall last Wednesday.   As the pain continued to increase into the night, I spoke to a doctor on call who suggested I go to the emergency room.  People there listened to my description of the pain and somebody speculated that I may have torn my rotator cuff, which is often a pain for major league baseball pitchers.  I don’t know any other group therapists who have injured their rotator cuffs, but that diagnosis might explain the pain.

As I’m writing this,  I’m reminding myself that past pain, present pain, and future pain (which might include physical therapy) are NOT punishments.

I hope it’s okay when I share my pain here and also my latest photographs:

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I also found out that taking extra-strength Tylenol over several days disrupted my INR, which is another pain.

I will know more about the shoulder pain when I see an Orthopedic Doctor, probably this afternoon. I hope the news is not too painful.

Here‘s music to remind us that PAIN IS NOT A PUNISHMENT.

Here’s a Police song about pain and the “Weird Al” Yancovic parody:

As always, gratitude reduces the pain, so thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.

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