Yesterday, I realized in therapy that it would be nice to care less and do nothing every once in a while — instead of being constantly driven to get things done right. For example, I could care less about our shower remodel and all the decisions I have to make about it.
I would also like to care less about what is happening to Twitter now that Elon Musk is being so care-less with people’s lives, feelings, and money.
I could care less that I haven’t yet figured out the music for this new song I’m writing:
Because I was seeing so many beautiful people in group and individual therapy yesterday, I didn’t have time to capture many other beautiful images for today’s blog.
Besides all those other things, today is also the first night of Passover. For years and years, I celebrated Passover with many beautiful people, including my late parents and my wonderful cousin Lani (who I hope is reading this post). Tonight, I’m celebrating it with my beautiful husband and my beautiful son.
I find this when I search YouTube for “beautiful people” …
Yesterday, when I went to my medical office to work in-person for the first time in 18 months, I noticed this 2020 Daily Bitch calendar on my desk:
Throughout the day, which was stressful, overwhelming, intimidating, confusing, AND very rewarding, I kept telling myself “Don’t give up.”
“Don’t give up. Even though it feels unfamiliar and scary, you’ve been doing this work long-distance for months.”
“Don’t give up. Working in person is like riding a bicycle. You’ll get used to it really soon.”
“Don’t give up. Everyone is masked and it’s safe enough.”
“Don’t give up. Even though you have an automatic, initial negative response to masks because you can’t see people’s expressions and it reminds you of being in the hospital when you were a kid, it’s going to be okay.”
“Don’t give up, people can connect with each other using their eyes.”
“Don’t give up. Even though there’s a huge file cabinet in your office that you asked to be removed months ago, people can move it out very quickly.”
“Don’t give up. There are lots of great things in your office to help people heal.”
“Don’t give up. Even if you have a momentary sense of panic in the hospital cafeteria, you can express that to a kind server, bond with them and feel sustained for the rest of the day.”
“Don’t give up. In many ways, it’s wonderful to be in the same room with 3-dimensional people.”
“Don’t give up. It will be easier and more familiar from here on out.”
“Don’t give up. At the end of the day you get to go home to be with your husband, your son, and your two cats.”
It’s time for me to give up all the other images for today’s post.
Don’t give up. You don’t have to do all of those things today. And tomorrow is another day.
Yesterday, in a therapy session, somebody was talking about her learning disability. This disability — and other people’s inability to recognize her strengths when she was younger — has resulted in her disability to see herself as smart enough. Like most people, she has the ability to compare herself to other people and judge herself “less than.” Because of my ability as a therapist, I invited this person to look at her ability to learn, understand, and do many things.
Because of my ability for falling on the sidewalk last week and injuring my dominant arm, I am now dealing with (I hope!) temporary disability. This disability is interfering with my ability to
reach for anything above my waist,
wave hello or goodbye, and
write on the whiteboard during group therapy sessions.
However, this disability is not interfering in my ability to blog, read, sing, walk, talk, smile, laugh, or listen.
As always, it helps to refocus on abilities.
Orthopedics had no ability to schedule an appointment for me until Friday, so I was not able to get more information about my disability yesterday. However, I was able to keep an appointment yesterday with an eye doctor. On the way to that appointment, I saw somebody who had the ability to wear a great hat.
Then, he had the ability to put that hat on my head and take these three photos:
Honestly, I wouldn’t have had the ability to put that hat on my head without some assistance.
I did have the ability to take one more photo yesterday, in a co-worker’s office.
That cautious co-worker and I have the ability to perform a new version of “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” at a Social Worker party on Friday. I had the ability to write new words to that song and I have the ability to blog about that, too.