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Day 2426: Say YES to …

Yesterday morning, after saying YES to sharing another daily blog post, I looked at a previously published post, also titled “Messes,’ and found this:

I will tell you that I messily shared at the end of the group session my inspiration to make a new t-shirt that says, “Say YES to the mess.”

Over two years later, I am belatedly saying YES to that intention by designing and ordering this t-shirt:


I said YES to that typestyle of “Say YES to the Mess” because it’s called “Unkempt.” YES!

Here on this blog, and also in my therapy groups, we often discuss how and when to say NO, but it’s equally important to know how and when to say YES.

Say YES to …



… listening to music you love.

Say YES to …


… being mindful and non-judgmental of your moods.

Say YES to …


… observing what’s around you.

Say YES to …


… long life by practicing good habits.

Say YES to …


… the most valuable people in your life.

Say YES to …


… creating your dreams, even if it’s just one.

Say YES to …


… welcoming all.

Say YES to …


… whimsey.

Say YES to …


… the dress (I THINK that’s what that is).

Say YES to …


… beautiful sunrises and sunsets.

Say YES to …


… staying in touch.

Say YES to …


… curiosity, partnership, empathy, apology (when appropriate), reflection, legitimization, support, and wellness.

Say YES to …


… sharing what’s important to you with other people.

Say YES to …







… feelings.

Say YES to …


… flowers.

Say YES to …


… safety.

Say YES to …


… love.

Say YES to …


… healthy hearts, fewer worries, and good sleep!

Say YES to …


… group support.

Say YES to …


… taking the stairs.

Say YES to …



… Yoko, a valued member of the Northeastern Society for Group Psychotherapy executive board, who says YES to fresh fruit in her drinks and who also says YES to sitting with Oscar.

What do YOU say YES to?

Here‘s “Ascent” by Lyle Mays (featured, yes, in this post).

I always say YES to gratitude at the end of these posts, so thanks to all who helped me create this one and — of course! — to YOU.




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Day 2322: Don’t forget

Don’t forget

  • to tip your server,
  • to look both ways before you cross the street,
  • to look before you leap,
  • the words when you’re singing at an Open Mic (like I am tonight),
  • to save your notes while you’re typing them after you get a new work computer that’s supposed to be better but which is making your life a living hell (as I told the Help Desk yesterday),
  • to be careful not to step in fresh concrete (as I did on Wednesday but apparently so did lots of other people),
  • that lots of other people share your anxieties and worries (which people discover in therapy groups),
  • the richness and diversity in the world,
  • that travel expands the mind,
  • that it’s baseball season again,
  • to do your homework,
  • to reframe unhelpful thoughts,
  • to let people know you appreciate them, and
  • to share what you love with other people.















Don’t forget these “Don’t Forget” songs (here, here, and here on YouTube).

Don’t forget to comment on this post.

I don’t forget to express my gratitude at the end of my blog posts. Thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to YOU!


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Day 2302: What was THAT all about?

What is today’s title all about?  It’s all about a conversation I had with Michael last night:

Michael: I’ve decided what I want on my tombstone.

Me: What?

Michael: “What was THAT all about?”

Me: That’s GREAT. I’ve decided what I want on my tombstone, too.

Michael: What?

Me: “I’m Exactly Where I’m Supposed to Be.”

If you had been all about when Michael and I were having that conversation, what might you have said about all of THAT?

When I searched all my previous blog posts for “What was that all about?” the second thing that came up was Day 967: The meaning of life. What was THAT all about?

What were all my photos from yesterday all about?



















What is that last photo all about?  It’s all about where I park my car (near Fenway Park). It’s also all about how I’m going to spend this evening — at a game night with other group therapists.  I’m game and all about that, although I’m also all about spending the weekend with Michael, as much as I can.

I’m all about my son Aaron, so here’s his second “Misheard Lyrics” video from many years ago:

I’m all about your comments, so please leave one below.

I’m all about gratitude, so thanks to all who were all about helping me create today’s post and — of course! — to all of  you!!



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Day 2130: Historic

In the entire history of this blog, I’ve never used the word “historic” in a title. Does that automatically make this post historic?

Let’s check the definition:


famous or important in history, or potentially so.
“we are standing on a historic site”
synonyms: significant, notable, important, momentous, consequential, memorable, newsworthy, unforgettable, remarkable


Here’s the historic inspiration for today’s post:


When you use the word “historic,” what do you mean?

Do you see anything historic in my other photos from yesterday?




















Here’s “Domestic Violence Awareness” by Gremlin:

Thanks to all who helped me create this “historic” post and — of course! — to YOU.




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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 1310: Breaking News

Breaking news!  Ann often breaks into a new post by breaking in a new photo!


We break into this news-breaking post for this other breaking news:

My son Aaron received his unconditional acceptance from University of Edinburgh yesterday!

My friend and co-worker Megan said, “We should all get unconditional acceptance, that sounds great!!”

I took these other news-breaking photos without breaking my iPhone!















Here‘s breaking news about a break in the news!


Breaking news! I want to know about news that’s newly breaking for you!

Breaking news!  I’d like to thank all those who helped me create this news-breaking post and you — of course! — for any new or news breaking you’re doing, here and now.



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Day 1285: Safety

Yesterday, from the safety of my workplace, I facilitated a therapy group about safety.


By discussing their personal experiences of safety, the group participants created a place of safety within a world where safety has been a huge issue, lately.

Do any of my other photos from yesterday relate to the issue of safety?













Here‘s an obvious song about “Safety.”

What are your thoughts and feelings about safety?

Thanks to all who helped me create this Safety Post and to you — of course — for the safety you help create here.

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Day 1009: On Fire

Yesterday, I was on fire,  taking photos for today’s blog.

For those of you not familiar with the idiom “on fire” —  I wasn’t actually engulfed in flames;  I was inspired by the visuals around me and I captured them with enthusiasm.

I was also on fire listening to lots of music I love, as I went through my day.

As usual, I was on fire with many ideas about

  1. what title to use for this blog post,
  2. what topics to include,
  3. which pictures to choose, and
  4. what music I might share.

Yesterday, after work — when I was on fire trying my hardest to solve my current blogging problem of transferring photos from my iPhone to my laptop — I came up with today’s title.

Much earlier in the day, I was on fire with the idea of naming this post “People You Can Count On.”

Are you on fire to learn more about my process of being on fire throughout the day?

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After looking at that last photo — which includes water, fire’s natural enemy — I am now on fire to share these thoughts with you:

  • Michael, my boyfriend,  takes control of the laundry here, and I’m happily on fire about that.
  • When I can’t control things in my environment — like transferring photos from my phone to my laptop, which SHOULD be easy —  I am sometimes on fire with frustration and anger.
  • I was on fire yesterday, at work, helping other people identify, express,  and let go of frustration and anger.
  • I refuse to duck my responsibility, today, to link to this list of cognitive distortions like SHOULDs and this list of ways to let go of unhelpful thoughts.

What music am I on fire about sharing with you now?

When I was in my 20s, I was on fire with admiration for John McLaughlin and the Mahavishnu Orchestra,  and I loved listening to his album, Inner Mounting Flame.

Yesterday, I heard this on-fire tune, in which John McLaughlin‘s guitar-playing is ON FIRE:

That On-Fire tune is called “Vital Transformation.”  I was also on fire, this morning, when I discovered this string quartet version of John McLaughlin’s transforming music:

Am I on fire with anything else I want to share with you today? I do like this “On Fire” Garry Shandling joke, even though I’ve already included it in this previous post about “I-Statements.”

I met a new girl at a barbecue, actually, a very pretty girl. Blonde, I think. I’m not sure. Her hair was on fire. And all she talked about was herself. You know those kind of girls – “I’m hot. I’m on fire!” You know,”Me, me me!” “Help me! Put me out!” Jesus. Some sort of Hollywood chick.

Are you on fire with any thoughts or feelings about this post?  Leaving a comment might help you put that fire out.

Thanks to everybody who helped me be on fire, today, creating this blog post and thanks to you — of course! — for heating things up here with your support.

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Day 978: Loopy

Yesterday morning, I looped by Tufts Medical Center before work, to get fitted for a new loopy mask which loops around my head and attaches to my loopy sleep apnea machine.

While I was at the sleep lab, I saw this loopy sight:

What loopy people would loop a hat and a sleep-apnea mask on a loopy piñata?

After that loopy experience, as I was looping back to my car, I heard somebody say my loopy name. Loopily enough, it was my dentist, Dr. Luis Del Castillo.

We were both loopily surprised to encounter each other in our intersecting  loops through the Tufts Medical Center garage, even though I know he teaches dental medicine there and he knows I get my medical care there.

As we were loopily chatting, my mind looped to my concern — which I had loopily texted Dr. Del Castillo  about — that my recently installed dental filling had looped out of my mouth,  immediately after I had looped through his dental office last Tuesday.   I was loopy enough to ask him, right there in that loopy  garage, if he could check the filling. He said, “I don’t have my loops,” but he was kind enough to look at my mouth, loop-less. Without his loops, he couldn’t see whether the filling was still looped into my tooth, so we both looped over to the Tufts Dental School, where he put on his loops

and told me my filling hadn’t looped out of my tooth. I was loopily relieved that I wouldn’t have to loop by his dental office, any time soon.

Did you know those special dental glasses were called “loops”?  That was news, to loopy me.

If you loop by this blog with any kind of loopy regularity, you know I take loopy pictures in my loops through Boston USA and its loopy environs.  Which of these loopy photos from loopy yesterday seem particularly loopy, to you?

In one of my favorite loopy encounters of the day — as I was looping back to my car after work through lots of loopy fans looping their way to Fenway Park for a loopy Red Sox game — one of the guys who was looping cars into a loopily priced parking lot by looping around a big flag said these loopy words to me:

It’s a beautiful life. I’ve never seen so many happy people. It must be the Prozac.

I wonder if he thought I was loopy when I laughed with loopy delight, loopily replied, “You think?” and then looped back  to  take a loopily unclear picture of him …

… loopy moments after I wrote down all his loopy words, so I wouldn’t forget them.

Is it loopy to admit that I agree with his first loopy sentence? Is it loopy to admit that he seemed better at diagnosing people’s use of a common anti-depressant medication than me, a loopy psychotherapist?

I need to loop some loopy music into this loopy post, so I can loop by to get my loopy hair cut to loop attractively around my loopy face in time for my 45th high school reunion, in two loopy weeks.

Here’s some music I heard last night in my loopy yellow car, as I was looping my way home for quality time looping through a sushi restaurant, a Dunkin’ Donuts,  and a pet store with my loopy boyfriend Michael and my loopy son, Aaron (not pictured, because they’re not loopy about my taking loopy photos for this loopy blog).

YouTube has a loop of Kurt Elling singing “You Send Me,” if you want to loop over there to find it.

Loopy thanks to all the loopy and non-loopy people who helped me loopily create this loopy post, including my loopy friend and co-worker Jan (seen, above, loopily looping a loopily yellow stethoscope at our sometimes loopy hospital). Especially loopy thanks to Dr. Luis Del Castillo for loopily inspiring this post with his loops and his loopily wonderful kindness. And particularly loopy thanks to you — of course! — for looping by this loopy blog, here and now.

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Day 970: Just the ticket

Here’s just the inspiration for today’s post title, taken after a day at work when I was speeding around doing so much that I could have easily gotten a ticket from a pedestrian patrol officer, if there were such a thing:

Maybe it’s just me, but I wonder if it’s just or fair for any one car to accumulate so many tickets.

That photo may be just the ticket, but is today’s topic  “Just the ticket” just the ticket for me to create a just and righteous post for you this morning?

Or am I just giving myself a one-way ticket to nowhere?

How could my ticketed title relate to the stories I heard and the lessons learned in therapy sessions yesterday?

It’s not like anybody needed a ticket to get into those individual and group therapy sessions.

Also, how does “Just the Ticket” relate to the other photos I had time to take yesterday?

Hmmm. I suppose that truck — up on the sidewalk to make a delivery near Fenway Park in Boston — deserves to get a parking ticket. Also, I might pay for a ticket to see lots of bold characters in one play.

That photo could also be ticket-related, since clothes on sale have tickets attached to them.

Hearts are just the tickers, I mean tickets, for keeping us all alive. I hope that — for one of my non-ticketed patients yesterday  — using a jeweled, ticker-shaped “worry box” will allow  her put to her worries away at night and get some sleep.

“Learning” was just the ticket for a discussion topic at one of the non-ticketed therapy groups I facilitated yesterday.

I should probably buy a ticket to a hand-writing improvement seminar (and perhaps an art class, too). Here’s what I wrote on one side of that flower:

The flower doesn’t have to learn how to grow.

And on the other side:

Certain things we learn get in the way of growth and we have to unlearn them.

When I saw the moon during my walk away from work last night, I thought, “There’s a spectacular full moon coming up soon. Thank goodness I don’t need a ticket to view that. ”

I don’t know how and when I took that photo, but isn’t it just the ticket for a post like this one?

I don’t know what was going on at Fenway Park last night. It was definitely not a baseball game, but something was playing on the Jumbotron. I’m assuming that

  • people needed to have tickets to get in there and
  • I deserve a ticket for using the word “Jumbotron. “

I wonder if the person who posted that sign  on their car has the authority to give out tickets to people who park too close?

Okay! I managed to come up with tickets for each of those photos. Isn’t that just the ticket?

Now, are you — my non-ticketed reader — ready for a one-way ticket to a ticket-related tune?

The Beatles sold lots of tickets to that 1965 performance of “Ticket to Ride” at Shea Stadium, another famous baseball park in the U.S.

What do you think was just the ticket, in today’s post?

Ticketed thanks to the Beatles, to everybody who helped me create this “just the ticket” post, and to you — of course! — for being just the ticket, for me.

P.S. Here are some more tickets I remembered to include after I published this post:

  1. I bought tickets last night for my son and I to see Stephen Sondheim’s A Little Night Music in Boston next month and
  2. my son, my ex-sister-in-law Deborah, my niece Laura,  her daughter Victoria, and I  have tickets to see Anthony Rapp from Rent (whom I recently saw at a ticketed show at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe) in a one-man show in September.

Just the ticket for a great September!

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