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Day 2304: May this day be the day

May this day be the day to lead us to peace, to happiness and to joy.

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May this day be the day where all my photos are relevant to my title.

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May this day be the day that Michael makes another delicious meal for me.

May this day be the day that I share a great song with you.

May this day be the day you listen to “Beautiful Day” by The Levellers featuring Imelda May.

May this day be the day I express my gratitude to all who helped me create another daily post and — of course! — to YOU, for your time and effort on this day.

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Day 2299: In a perfect world

In a perfect world,

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trees would always be flowering,

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everybody would get to live exactly where they want,

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there would be effective and meaningful communication despite skepticism, religious differences, difficult people, and cognitive distortions like blaming,

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we would be looking to the future for our children,

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the best things in life would be free,

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potato chips would be good for you,

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people would greet each other without fear,

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there would be safe places for people to work things out together, and

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every home would have a cat and every cat would have a home.

In a perfect world, all people would be able to express their thoughts  and feelings about their perfect worlds (which you can do, below).

Searching for “in a perfect world” on YouTube finds this

and this.

I find Phora‘s lyrics so perfect that I’m going to include them here:

In A Perfect World

by Phora

Ain’t nobody perfect
Ain’t nobody perfect
Ain’t nobody perfect
Ain’t nobody perfect
See, in a perfect world it would all be so simple
Sometimes simple isn’t worth it
Cause all the hard times I’ve been through
Made me the man I am today
And I ain’t nowhere close to perfect
But I’m perfectly fine with that, I’m still breathing
So many scars and wounds that’ll never heal
I’m still bleeding, I know you see ’em
All those imperfections in yourself
You’re just stressing it too much, but life’s a lesson in itself
One day we’ll learn what it means
One day we’ll learn to be free
Baby, I’ve been trying to separate my wants and my needs
But what does perfect mean?
Lately I’ve been asking myself
If I paint you this picture maybe you’ll answer yourself
You see, a perfect world to me is no more violence
No more gunshots at night, homie and no more
Sirens
No more kids losing their life too soon and no drunk driving
I seen it a lot happen way too many times and we ain’t trying
We ain’t trying hard enough to change it, broken hearts and hatred
A perfect world to me is a world free of this racists
So who are you to judge a person by the color of skin
How hard is it just to smile and treat each other as kin
I wish, there was a world where our children could play outside
Without a drive-by, curving and watching straight bullets fly
But why, why does it feel like we’re not ready?
When I talk about change, man
Why I feel like they don’t get me?
Well, I guess I ain’t perfect enough
One day the money and jewels gon’ be worthless to us
We gonna value ourselves based of the love in our hearts
Not the cash in our pockets
I’m thinking what if we start a perfect world
Where the music ain’t downgrading our women
And they stop degrading themselves
They lost faith in our women
Trust me, I’m the one to judge, can’t stand the way that I’m livin’
We all dream of that perfect place and man, I’m way beyond vision
See, I can hear it, taste it and feel it
The scent of it is so potent
Perfect like your first love before your heart was broken
Perfect like the sound of crashing waves in the ocean
It’s perfect like the sound of music when you play it while smoking
So many, perfect imperfections in this world, still I love it here
Only 21 and I hope to make it another year
But if not, my soul will be perfectly free
She might not be perfect to you, but man she’s perfect to me
Yours Truly
Ain’t nobody perfect
But we’re all worth this life
Don’t matter where we’re going
As long as we’re living right
Ain’t nobody perfect
But we’re all worth this life
Don’t matter where we’re going
As long as we’re living right
We only got this one time, one time
Before we’re living in time
We only got this one time, one time
Before we’re living in time
We only got this one time, one time
Before we’re living in time
We only got this one time, one time
Before we’re living in time
Ain’t nobody perfect
You see, the very end of it
I didn’t know where I was
All I know it was peaceful
Almost like a place nothing could go wrong
A place so perfect
I’ve always imagined a place like this
Ever since I was young, I was
Never really able to sleep
My mom always told me:
“Close your eyes, picture the waves crashing
Imagine yourself there with no worries”
That’s the only thing that ever really helps
So much going on in this world
Sometimes I wonder if we were able to think our
Own heaven into existence
What would mine be like?
Well, I think I finally found it
Better yet, I think it’s been with me all along

I think gratitude has been with me all along, so thanks to all who helped me create this post today and — of course! — to YOU, for making my world more perfect.

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Day 2266: 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?

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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 2161: Before I Felt Ready

Have you ever done anything before you felt ready?

I may be performing my latest original song “I Left the House Before I Felt Ready” before I feel ready,  six days from today.

Are you ready to feel the lyrics to that new song?

Ready or not, here they come!

 

I Left the House Before I Felt Ready

by Ann Koplow

 

I left the house before I felt ready,

I’m wrinkled, distracted, a little bed-heady.

Don’t know where my phone is, one glove, or umbrella,

My water bottle’s prob’ly somewhere in the cella.

Here on the outside I’m sort of unsteady

When I’ve left the house before I felt ready.

 

I left the house before I felt certain

What clothes to wear?  Should I tuck my shirt in?

Should I eat a banana, a cookie, a peach?

Do something productive or go to the beach?

With indecision I’m strugglin’ and hurtin’

When I’ve left the house before I felt certain.

 

I left the the house before I felt sure

About what I can tolerate, face, or endure.

Should I stick to what’s safe or try something new?

Taking risks — tsk, tsk tsk — not the right thing to do?

I might meet someone nice or step into manure

When I’ve left the house before I feel sure.

 

I did leave the house, I can recall,

To work, to sing, to shop at the mall,

If  I waited until I was sure not to fall

I’d never leave the house at all.

 

I left the house before I felt ready,

I’m vulnerable, present, and reasonably steady.

I’m glad to be here even if it’s not home,

Even if my hair needs a brush and a comb,

I’m not totally sure or secure, this is true,

But I’m certain I’m ready enough to meet you.

© Ann Koplow, 2018

 

Do you feel ready for my latest photos?

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I’ll be ready with that t-shirt (tucked or untucked) when I debut that song at an Open Mic on Friday, December 7th.

There are no songs on YouTube with my title, but here‘s the Fugees‘ “Ready or Not” performed by Southern University Marching Band in 2016:

I feel ready for your comments if you feel ready to share one below.

I’m always ready to express gratitude to all who help me create these posts and — of course! — YOU.

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Day 2082: Don’t work so hard

Last week, when I was working so hard trying to memorize the lyrics and chords of my latest original song,  “Shameless Appeals for Applause,” I ran into Nancy Kleiman, who plays harp at Boston hospitals.   (It’s not so hard to click on this link for a story about Nancy at work.) Nancy and I both worked it that morning, talking and walking to the hospitals where we work. As she gives to so many people every week, Nancy freely gave me hope, solace, wisdom, inspiration, love, and support, including this advice:

Don’t work so hard.

After Nancy said, “Don’t work so hard,” we both talked about how we both love our work, and how that means we never work a day in our lives.

As I worked hard to understand what “Don’t work so hard” meant to her and to me,  Nancy explained how she became a harpist who plays for patients in hospitals — a story of synchronicity, luck, and beautiful connections with people and with her higher power easily working together.

Since then, as I’ve worked at many things, I keep hearing Nancy say

Don’t work so hard.

And even though it’s going to take more work for me to understand and integrate that into my life, it’s not hard for me to say how glad I am that I encountered Nancy on our way to work last week.

I didn’t work so hard taking these photos yesterday:

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While Michael was working so hard yesterday making arancini for my board meeting, we didn’t have to work so hard to spot that hawk, who was hardly working.

Here‘s Nancy, working, on YouTube:

Here‘s more of Nancy’s soothing harp music, which works:

Working thanks to Nancy, Michael, hawks, cats, everyone and everything else that helped make today’s post work and — of course! — YOU.

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Day 1976: The best things in life

If you stop for a moment, take a breath, and look around, you may find the best things in life.

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For me, the best things in life include

  • being with others,

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  • time to myself,

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  • beauty,
  • being of service,

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  • tea,

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  • peace,
  • tranquility,
  • harmony,
  • safe places,

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  • light,
  • gatherings,
  • diverse thinkers,
  • connections,
  • partners,
  • health,
  • hope,
  • healing,
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  • being involved,
  • nutritious food,

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  • being outside,
  • the ocean,
  • sunsets,

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  • companionship, and dancing.

Last night, I danced with my partner to “Down on the Riverbed” by Los Lobos.  It was one of the best things in my life.

What are the best things in life for you?

My best things in life have to include gratitude for all who support others, including YOU.

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Day 1956: This Way and That Way

These days, some people tell you it’s right to think and act this way

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while other people  tell you it’s right to think and act that way.

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In our way, there are so many ways that divide us.

My way is to celebrate life’s moments,

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invite hope,

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express myself,

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work on stress,

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promote self-forgiveness,

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be smart,

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help people reach their potential,

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appreciate the arts,

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accept the child and the adult,

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walk past the news,

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stay away from death,

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deal with people leaving,

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focus on our chances,

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let go of worry about the future,

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eat healthy meals,

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look this way and that way on YouTube,

and express my gratitude, every day.

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I’m thankful, here and now, that I can ask this community:  What’s your way?

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