Where would we be without googling? I’m not sure, but lately I’ve been noticing questions on Twitter that start with “Without googling,” like this one:
Therefore, I decided to ask questions beginning with “Without googling,” too.
Without googling, I know that many people on Twitter are smart, funny, and otherwise awesome.
Without googling, I captured all of these images:
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Without googling, I can’t find the holidays for each day.
Without googling, what song am I going to include in today’s blog post?
Without googling, who is very grateful for all those who help her create this daily blog?
On January 1, 2013, I wrote my first post for this blog. My goal then was to post once a day for a year. After I wrote all those posts, I changed the name of the blog from The Year of Living Non-Judgmentally by adding an (s) to “Year”, and I’ve been sharing daily posts ever since.
In 2016, my then-boyfriend/now-husband Michael wrote two posts for me while I was recovering from open-heart valve replacement surgery. Otherwise, I’ve written all the 3K+ posts I’ve shared here.
When I first started writing these posts, I never dreamed that I would still be writing daily posts 10 years later.
I also post on Twitter daily. For many years, my only posts on Twitter were links to this blog, which happened automatically every time I published a blog post here. Within the last year or so, I’ve practiced the habit of sharing at least two posts a day on Twitter, most of them questions.
This past weekend I started posting on Post News, often referred to as just “Post.”
Here are my first and second posts on Post.
Note that (1) Post automatically grabbed the profile photo I use here to post and (2) Joan looks great in all my posts.
My first blog posts here didn’t include any photos or other images, but today’s post most definitely will.
I’m so grateful that I’m still here to share my 3625th post with you on National Cookie/National Sock Day.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “posts.”
Serendipitously, several of the posts in that video relate to today’s post.
I find it useful to define my terms, so here’s a definition of “find.”
I always appreciate what people find in therapy, discovering that they can find resilience and hope in the midst of emotional and physical pain. I find we keep learning important lessons over and over again, perceiving new understanding every time.
Yesterday, I was grateful to find, again, that I can use my adult wisdom and capabilities to react more effectively to situations that trigger painful childhood memories.
I find that this newly installed pipe …
… can either obscure my view or help me see more clearly. And if I find that I don’t like looking at it, I can always have it redone.
Here are the images I find on my phone this morning:
I find that
I’m trying to obsess less about shit in general,
I’m grateful to have a roof over my head,
I like to play outside with Joan the cat, and
the Daily Bitch calendar is a real find (as is Joan).
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “find.”
It took me several careers to find my main passion, which is group therapy. I’m hoping to find more time to pursue my other passions, including travel and songwriting.
If you find you have something to share about this “find” post, please find the comments section below.
Thanks to all the finds who find me here on WordPress, including YOU!
Lately, I’ve been asking many questions about favorites on Twitter, including these:
A random thought about favorites: I haven’t had to worry about playing favorites with my children because I have only one child. Here’s one of my favorite photos of me and Aaron, taken years ago with Emo Philips, who was the opening act for Weird Al last night:
Do you see favorites in my other images for today?
There are so many National Days today that it’s difficult to pick a favorite. One of my favorite moments from Emo’s set last night was when he asked the crowd to help record a message wishing his friend Red, who is a jockey riding in the Kentucky Derby today, good luck. It was definitely my favorite use of a cell phone at the concert last night.
Here’s my favorite Weird Al song, in the style of Frank Zappa (who is also a favorite).
What’s your favorite part of this post? My favorite part is always the end, when I get to express my gratitude for all who help me blog every day, including YOU.
I hope I didn’t overwhelm you with all those quotes or with my other images for today.
This shows the difference between the humility-arrogance scale and the insecurity-confidence scale, which an overwhelming number of people confuse. Confidence is not the same as arrogance, people!
I am momentarily overwhelmed by the coincidence that the Daily Bitch is doing her lashes on National Lash Day.
I am not overwhelmed by Joan interrupting me while I’m trying to blog.
I am overwhelmed by how cute and talented she is.
Finally, one more quote about feeling overwhelmed.
Because I caved, despite my avowed avoidance of social media, I just saw this from Merriam Webster on Twitter:
We’re seeing a 1500% spike on “cave” this evening.”
When we descended into the cave of television news last night, I asked my boyfriend Michael, “Why is everybody characterizing the temporary end to the government shutdown as a cave? Why is that news agency calling Trump “Cave Man?” Is that going to help? How can there be cooperation when there are no exceptions to this win-or-lose philosophy? Does everybody have to act like they’re seven years old? Where are the adults in the room?”
Michael agreed with me. Was that a cave?
Maybe this result of searching for “CNN cave man” can throw some light on the subject:
There’s a little cave man in all of us.
I’m not going to cave and make some stupid joke about that headline, but I will share this more inspiring result of searching for “CNN cave.”
The Thai cave rescue ended in success. But only two weeks ago, it all seemed hopeless
I remember, last July, when the world seemed to be caving in, that story about the rescue of the twelve young boys and their soccer coach from the Thai cave helped us all emerge from the cave of hopelessness, at least temporarily.
Is it a cave if you look at my photos from yesterday?
While that might look like scrawlings from a cave, that last photo shows my writing all the topics from a group therapy session on the wall of a group room.
Walls and caves. Caves and walls. Will we ever escape this cave of confusion?
Since I’m having trouble finding bright ideas in the news or on social media these days, I was glad to see this in a store yesterday.
That bright photo shows a notebook for writing down one’s own bright ideas. I’m now having the bright idea that bright ideas often come from within. My next bright idea is this: maybe we should rely less on other people’s bright ideas, especially if the people pushing those ideas don’t seem particularly bright.
Do you see any bright ideas in my other photos from yesterday?
I’m now having the bright idea that I’ll be revisiting the Edinburgh Festival Fringe in August. While I’ve had that bright idea several times before, some bright ideas are worth repeating.
I just had the bright idea to look for “Bright Ideas” on YouTube.
I look forward to seeing many bright ideas in the comments section, below.
Bright thanks to all who help me share bright ideas in this daily blog and — of course! — to you, for having the bright idea of reading it.
When you read social media these days, have you noticed this new style of writing?
When I read Facebook and lots of people are posting sentence fragments that begin with the word “When.”
Like that one.
When I write a blog post and feel I need more examples (from Facebook).
When your client asks you to bring your dog to lunch.
When your friend’s kid plays a mini Trump on Conan. Tonight.
When something comes unexpectedly. 😀
When we don’t see each other for a long time and then we do.
When we is excited for friends and food!
When the only letters you get are from the NHS. 😦
When I’m writing my blog posts on my phone because my laptop storage is full.
When I’m planning to go to the Apple Store tomorrow to free up storage.
When I use my photos from yesterday to support the theme of today’s post.
When the first thing I write on my office whiteboard is a weird match for today’s topic.
When I draw a t-shirt that illustrates something else we’re discussing in therapy.
When I draw something to show that even when things improve, people still have ups and downs.
When you attend a lecture at work that’s too close for comfort and you have to leave the auditorium and get some comfort food.
When you take photos for no apparent reason and hope your readers like them.
When WordPress changes the order of your photos for no apparent reason.
When you say to your son, “When you’ve just woken up and your mother is talking to you about her blog.”
When your son is so wonderful you include a photo you took months ago.
When you finish a post by expressing gratitude to all.
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