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Day 2226: Framed

One of my favorite bloggers, Christopher, included this in his comment on my “Who is It?” post yesterday:

It looks like you’ve been framed.

Soon after Christopher framed that comment, my dear cousin Lani brought over this perfectly framed house warming present:

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The cats that are framed in that cat frame gift set look like our cat Oscar and the late, lamented Milo.  I wonder what photos will be framed in those frames in the future?

Here are the rest of the photos I framed with my iPhone yesterday.

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Here‘s a photo of Lani I framed with my  iPhone over three years ago:

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That’s Lani in the frame with her late, precious kitty, Jewel. As Lani and I framed many thoughts and feelings yesterday, she said she’s almost ready to consider getting another cat.  I framed a request that Lani include me in her search for a new kitty, when she’s ready.

In Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT), we talk about reframes, defined here.

Cognitive reframing is a psychological technique that consists of identifying and then disputing irrational or maladaptive thoughts. Reframing is a way of viewing and experiencing events, ideas, concepts and emotions to find more positive alternatives.

I’ve also experienced people reframing events, ideas, concepts, and emotions to find more negative alternatives.  In those cases, people might feel framed, like The Coasters describe in “Framed.”

I’m looking forward to the comments framed by my readers about this post.

Now it’s time for me to frame my thanks to all those who helped me frame this “Framed” post and — of course! — to YOU.

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Day 2212: What’s the worst thing that anybody ever called you?

Yesterday, on Facebook, I posted and posed the question: “What’s the worst thing that anybody ever called you?”

Was that called for, to invite people to remember the worst thing they had ever been called?  I believe that if we expose and share the worst thing we have ever been called, we can

Now, somebody may call me out and ask, “Ann, what if the worst thing that anybody ever called me IS true?”  If  there is truth in it, you can decide what you want to do about it. However, in all my years of asking this question, and people answering

  • stupid,
  • lazy,
  • worthless,
  • crazy,
  • selfish,
  • fat,
  • ugly,
  • incapable, and
  • other harsh, hurtful,  and over-generalized judgments,

I have seen no helpful truth there.

We could do worse than examine today’s photos for worst things we’ve been called.

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Has anyone ever called you despicable, including yourself?

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Has anybody ever called you gross? Artificial?

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Has anybody ever called you out for  hanging on for too long?

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Has anybody ever called you weird-looking?  Scary?  Too starey?  Too expressive?   Too transparent?

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Has anybody ever called you an ass? Too distant?

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Has anybody ever called you too spacy?

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Has anybody ever called you foolish?  Greedy?  Not knowing what’s good for you?

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Has anybody ever called you vain?  Up-tight?

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Has anybody ever called you pushy?  Has anybody ever told you you’re not doing enough with your life?

 

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Has anybody called you thoughtless?  A doormat? Catty?  A baby?

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Has anybody ever called you a psychopath?

I’m working on a song called “Don’t Call Me” (and I’ve called out the lyrics here). Before I can call that song finished, here’s “Call Me” by Blondie.

Also, I found “The Worst Thing You’ve Been Called” on YouTube, which shows the same exercise I’ve done in my therapy groups.

I call that effective.

Now’s the time I call for comments.

I’ve never been called ungrateful (at least to my face). Thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.

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Day 2200: Another bitchin’ blog

Do any of you bitches out there worry about being a bitch? This blogging bitch wants to embrace her inner bitch, here and now, by sharing  two pages of The Daily Bitch calendar:

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Would it break this blog if I changed the title from The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally to Anyone Who Judges People is a F#!*ing Asshole?

Feel free to bitch about that or about my other photos from yesterday:

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Yesterday, I bitched to my cell phone carrier about my phone not ringing.  The first person I bitched to put me on hold for long periods of time and then told me that I needed to go to the Apple Store to fix it.  I bitched about that and then, instead of connecting me to her supervisor,  she transferred me to somebody else who, after my being on hold for another loooong time, bitched to me about the fact that the first person should not have transferred me to her but then kindly agreed to help me.  It took her two bitching minutes to fix the problem by telling me to turn off “Do Not Disturb” on my phone.  Together, we both bitched about how phones can accidentally be turned on to “Do Not Disturb” without people knowing about it.  I would have been a lot bitchier and disturbed if I had driven all the way to the Apple Store just to find out it was such a bitchingly easy fix.

Today, I’ll be bitching about a cherished co-worker leaving my workplace by singing my original song “Hidden Thoughts” at a going-away party.

Here‘s my bitchin’ debut of “Hidden Thoughts” at an Open Mic from four bitching months ago:

Even bitches want to express gratitude, so many thanks to all who help me bitch in this daily blog and — of course! — to YOU.

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Day 2128: When children are present

When children are present,

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and even when they’re not, share your best.

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Share your best, especially when the world seems dark and scary.

 

Find the beauty within and around you.

Look more closely for the small details that give you joy.

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Say “hello,” tell people your name, and the magic will be totally real.

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This is what comes up on YouTube when I search for “When children are present.”

Thanks to all who helped me create today’s blog post and to you — of course! — for being present.

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Day 2114: Master Your _________

Is there something you’d like to master right now?  Could it be

  • worry,
  • work,
  • tasks,
  • technology,
  • time,
  • problems,
  • insecurity,
  • fears,
  • procrastination,
  • negative self talk,
  • appetites,
  • addictions,
  • anxiety,
  • depression,
  • stress,
  • impulses,
  • animals,
  • minerals,
  • vegetables,
  • possessions,
  • finances,
  • sleep,
  • cooking,
  • eating,
  • unhealthy patterns, or
  • pumpkins?

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It’s good to know that, at least, we can master our pumpkins.

I need to master the rest of this post quickly, or I’ll be late to work. As usual, I’m trying to master photography:

Here’s what happens when you look for “master your pumpkin” on YouTube:

 

I’m having difficulty mastering certain aspects of blogging this morning. I suspect some sort of technology update.

No matter what, I can muster and master thanks to all who help me create these blog posts and — of course! — to YOU.

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Day 2101: Verge of tears

These days, I’m on the verge of tears.

What can I do when I’m on the verge of tears?

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

Leonardo da Vinci

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, of unspeakable love.

Washington Irving

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

Robert Frost

Nothing dries sooner than tears.

Samuel Richardson

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

Alfred Austin

The tears of the world are a constant quality.  For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops.  The same is true for laughter.

Samuel Beckett

More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.

Saint Teresa of Ávila

Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.

Leigh Hunt

Beauty of any kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Edgar Allan Poe

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity .. and some scarce see nature at all.  But to the eyes of the [hu]man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.

William Blake

I cry very easily. It can be a movie, a phone conversation, a sunset — tears are words waiting to be written.

Paulo Coelho

In art there are tears that lie too deep for thought.

Louis Kronenberger

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

Maurice Maeterlinck

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion.  I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

Kurt Vonnegut

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea.

Isak Dinesen

Those quotes have me on the verge of tears and on the verge of sharing some recent photos.

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Here’s another quote about tears:

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

Ludwig  van Beethoven

Even though “should”s and male ideas about the differences between men and women can put me on the verge of tears, that quote is still a great introduction to today’s music.

 

Are you on the verge of commenting?

I am on the verge of ending today’s post, so thanks to all who helped me create today’s blog and — of course! — to YOU.

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Day 2089: Duh

Yesterday, I wrote and read “DUH!” in a therapy group.

Would it help for me to share why and how I did that?  Duh.

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Things that are right side up are, duh, easier to read.

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What does “Self Care” mean to you?  It means taking care of my self.  DUH!

Self Care also means balancing my needs with other people’s needs and, duh, this:

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Well, duh!  It’s time for a definition of “duh.”

duh

interjection
\ ˈdə , usually with prolonged ə \
Definition of Duh
1 —used to express actual or feigned ignorance or stupidity
Duh, I don’t know.
2 —used derisively to indicate that something just stated is all too obvious or self-evident
Well, duh!
Examples of Duh in a Sentence
Recent Examples on the Web

Lee and his family are buried there, his marble, recumbent statue adorning the campus chapel known as, duh, Lee Chapel.
— Cincinnati Enquirer, Cincinnati.com, “Doc: No clear solution to offensive symbols,” 22 Aug. 2017
Well, duh. Prescott ranked third in the league in passer rating, ahead of Aaron Rodgers and Drew Brees.
— Pat Fitzmaurice, SI.com, “Dallas Cowboys Fantasy Football 2017 Preview: Can Elliott Repeat Breakout Season?,” 2 Aug. 2017

These example sentences are selected automatically from various online news sources to reflect current usage of the word ‘duh.’ Views expressed in the examples do not represent the opinion of Merriam-Webster or its editors. Send us feedback.

That definition of “duh” is, duh, from Merriam-Webster.   How would you define “duh”?

You’re probably asking yourself if I have any other photos today.  I didn’t have enough time yesterday to include all my photos and I’ve taken more photos since so, duh.

Michael cooked me a delicious meal yesterday. Duh.

Are there any “Duh” videos on YouTube?  Duh.

No Duh.

I love comments. Duh.

Thanks to all who helped me create today’s “Duh”  post and — of course (duh!) — to YOU.

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Day 2086: Triggers, again

My post today may trigger memories of my two previous posts about triggers (here and here).  If you want a definition of triggers, you can use your trigger finger to click on those links, now.

The first fatal shark attack in Massachusetts for 80 years, this weekend, triggers many news articles,  allusions to the movie Jaws, and fears about going in the water. Despite the rarity of shark attacks, they are triggers for many people.

While I was in Edinburgh in August, I wrote lyrics for another original song, “Triggers.”  Yesterday, when I was triggered to start writing a melody,   I realized how timely those lyrics were.

TRIGGERS

For me it’s the cold and the dark,

For him it’s not finding a good place to park,

For some it’s a loud noise,

For others it’s rude boys,

For many it’s news of attacks by a shark.

Everybody has a trigger,

Most of us have more than one.

Some are small and some are bigger

But none of them are ever fun.

The roots of your triggers are memories traumatic

To some your reactions may seem over-dramatic

Triggers may haunt you

But don’t let them daunt you

Because there are ways to make them less automatic.

© Ann Koplow, 2018

I have more lyrics about triggers, but my look at the time triggers my realization that I shall be late for work if I don’t quickly wrap up this latest post about triggers.

That triggers this sharing of all my photos from yesterday:

Here’s an amazing song titled “Triggers” by Soldier Hard, featured on his album Group Therapy:

 

The end of every post triggers my request for comments and my gratitude to all who help me write this daily blog and — of course! — YOU.

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Day 2072: Shameless Appeals for Applause

Here’s my first shameless appeal for applause in today’s  blog post: I have finished writing my fourth original song this year!

The name of the song is “Shameless Appeals for Applause” and I hope you find the chorus appealing:

These are shameless appeals for applause.

They are true and reliably cause

Clapping and oooohs and some awwwwws.

These shameless appeals for applause.

© Ann Koplow 2018

My shameless appeals for applause in that song include having a heart condition, being a single mother, and who I did NOT vote for in the 2016 USA presidential election.

This year, I’ve been making shameless appeals for applause with my original songs on the first Friday of every month at an acoustic Open Mic in Arlington, Massachusetts (see here for my shameless appeals for applause there in August). However, I still have some laryngitis, so I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to appeal for applause this coming Friday.

In the meantime, do you see any shameless appeals for applause in my photos from yesterday?

I shamelessly included one of those photos above because it evokes the name of another song I’m writing: “Triggers.”

Is including this patriotic song — also evoked by a photo above — another shameless appeal for applause?

Now I shall make another shameless appeal, this time for comments on this post.

Thanks to the Hingham Shipyard, to those who serve, to every one else who helped me create today’s shameless appeals for applause here at WordPress and — of course! — to YOU, who deserve applause for visiting my blog.

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Day 2071: Back in a flash

Yesterday, at the back end of my post, I flashed this photograph:

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Was that fake news?  Yes, I’m back at WordPress, as always, but was it really in a flash? Actually, I’m back more than 24 hours after I originally flashed that sign yesterday in Day 2070: What’s your super power.

Here and now I’m flashing back to yesterday, when I listened to people whose views I respect, including

The person who is accused of taking Mollie’s life is no more a reflection of the Hispanic community as white supremacists are of all white people. To suggest otherwise is a lie. Justice in my America is blind. This person will receive a fair trial, as it should be. If convicted, he will face the consequences society has set. Beyond that, he deserves no more attention.

To the Hispanic community, my family stands with you and offers its heartfelt apology. That you’ve been beset by the circumstances of Mollie’s death is wrong. We treasure the contribution you bring to the American tapestry in all its color and melody.

My stepdaughter, whom Mollie loved so dearly, is Latina. Her sons — Mollie’s cherished nephews and my grandchildren — are Latino. That means I am Hispanic. I am African. I am Asian. I am European. My blood runs from every corner of the Earth because I am American. As an American, I have one tenet: to respect every citizen of the world and actively engage in the ongoing pursuit to form a more perfect union.

Given that, to knowingly foment discord among races is a disgrace to our flag.  It incites fear in innocent communities and lends legitimacy to the darkest, most hate-filled corners of the American soul. It is the opposite of leadership. It is the opposite of humanity. It is heartless. It is despicable. It is shameful.

When I connect to people whose views I respect, here’s what comes back in a flash:

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Hope.

I’ll be back in a flash after I find the other photos I’ve taken most recently without a flash.

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Across the street from where we live, birdwatchers and photographers are often back in a flash.

Back in a flash, after I search for some relevant music on YouTube….

In a flash, I found “Back In A Flash” from Disney’s House of Mouse.

I’ll be back in flash, after I publish this post, to find out what thoughts and feelings you’ve flashed in the flashy comments section, below.

Back in a flash with my latest flash of gratitude for all those who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — YOU.

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* When I published this, I erroneously wrote that Mollie Tibbetts’s father’s first name was John. When I realized my mistake, I was back in a flash to correct it to his right name: Rob Tibbetts.  I apologize for the mistake.

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