Day 2209: Everyone

Hi, everyone!

Every one of my photos today could relate to everyone.

Everyone with a closed heart is driving me crazy.

That teabag is telling everyone to be kind to everyone else, but to be compassionate to oneself, in every moment.   I hope everyone reading this can do that.

Everyone I know has been been encouraging me to keep writing songs.  Thanks, everyone!  I wrote every one of these words while I couldn’t sleep:

 

Don’t Call Me

Don’t call me too weepy,

too creepy, too sleepy,

too selfish, too giving,

too sensitive from living.

 

Don’t call me too bitchy,

too itchy or twitchy,

too soft or too loud,

too modest, too proud.

 

If you’re gonna type me or hype me,

pigeonhole, assign a role,

Decide I’m a saint or some asshole,

Don’t call me.

 

Don’t call me too funny or too serious

I find it deleterious,

So don’t call me.

© Ann Koplow, 2018

 

How Much Time

How much time do we have with each other?

With a friend, sibling, or mother.

We don’t know,

take it slow,

Let things grow.

 

How much time do we have with each other?

With a partner, child, or a brother.

It won’t last,

The die is cast.

Take it fast.

© Ann Koplow, 2018

 

Every one of those lyrics is mine and every one of those songs is not yet finished.

I’m going to try to memorize every one of my songs before I go to Edinburgh in August.  I’ll let everyone know if I’m doing a show there.

Here’s Van Morrison with Everyone:

 

Every one of the lyrics for Everyone is in the YouTube description, here.

I’m looking forward to everyone’s comments and I’d like to thank everyone who helps me create every one of these daily posts, including everyone who reads them (like YOU).

 

 

 

Day 1893: Up the wall

Yesterday, I was told to meet my physical therapist by following some feet on the floor. I followed those feet out of the waiting room, through a door, and past small and large treatment rooms, but  I wasn’t sure what to do when the feet went up the wall.

Not knowing where to go can send me up the wall and so can

• cell phones,
• injuries,
• physical pain,
• emotional pain,
• injustice,
• meanness,
• thoughtlessness, and
• people consistently misspelling my name.

 

What sends you up the wall? Does it send you up the wall that I haven’t defined my terms?

send someone up the wall

Fig. to annoy and irritate someone; to drive someone crazy. Don’t scratch your 

fingers on the  blackboard. It sends me up the wall! 

That noise sends me up the wall!

Do any of my photos from yesterday send you up the wall?

Personally, love and acceptance don’t send me up the wall. They  send me over the moon.

When working in high tech sent me up the wall in the 1980’s,  I would sometimes dance to this:

Please don’t write your comments up on the wall; instead, write them down below.

Over-the-moon thanks to all who helped me create this up-the-wall post and — of course! — to YOU.

Day 1574: Others

In all the other posts I’ve written for myself and for others, only two have had the word “others’ in the title —  Day 163: Alone in the presence of others and Day 180: Horror Stories (and  others).

I expected there would be others about “others,” since I (and others) seem to think about others a lot of the time.

My first and last photos from yesterday both captured the word “others” (among others).

Were those two photos about others the only pictures I took yesterday?  No, there were three others:

I spent a lot of time yesterday with seven others, talking about ourselves, others, and group therapy.  As my t-shirt said, I was alone in the presence of others. And because there was mutual respect, trust, and love among me and the others, each of us had the time and space to be alone AND connected with the others in the room.

In other words (written by another therapist and blogger, Dr. Vollmer):

Therapy offers, as Winnicott eloquently says, a patient “to be alone in the presence of another.”  Deep relationships offer this as well. This is the  luxury of experiencing one’s internal world, while a caring person is present in the room, but not intrusive into one’s internal process.

Here‘s what comes up on YouTube when I search for “others”:

I wonder what others might think, feel, and say about today’s blog?

Thanks to all the others who helped me write this post (among others). Special thanks to you and all the others reading this, here and now.

Day 1168: Times

I wonder how many times I’ve written about “Time” during the whole time I’ve been writing this daily blog?

The word “Time” has appeared in a Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally  title this many times:

Day 82:  The Equal Time Rule

Day 179: Wasting Time

Day 224: Reasons why I shouldn’t spend too much time in our hotel room blogging this morning

Day 289:  Sometimes, it just helps to you know you’re not alone

Day 332: A Once in a Lifetime Day

Day 433: Changes in time

Day 459: Time and Space

Day 460: Time and space continued

Day 552: It’s time to relax

Day 556:  Magic Time

Day 576: No Absolute Time

Day 601: Out of time

Day 673:  Let’s Move/Time of the Season

Day 684: Down time

Day 688: Multiple times

Day 712: TIME

Day 804: Timeless

Day 863: I haven’t got time for …

Day 939: Time Machines

Day 964: Who has the time?

Day 983: What I Haven’t Got Time For

Day 993: Equal Time

Day 998: Last Time

Day 1048: Time Stops

Day 1130: Time

Day 1149: Hope and Love in Times Square

Personally, I’m glad I took the time to find all those previous posts about time.

If you had time to read another one of my blog posts today, which of those posts would you choose?  I hope you have time to answer that question and to let me know why you made that choice. If you don’t have the time to do that, I understand.

I shall now take the time to tell you which of those posts I would re-read, if I had the time:

1. Day 443: Changes in time, because I assume it’s about changing the clocks by an hour (as we did again last night) and
2. Day 576: No Absolute Time, because I assume it includes a great tune by Jean-Luc Ponty.

However, because so much time has passed since I wrote those two posts, I’m not sure if my assumptions (times 2) are true.

I’m not going to take the time to read  any old posts of mine this morning, because I need to take some time to pick up and move three pieces of furniture for my new office at various times through the day.  And because I need to rely on the kindness and time of others, I need to figure out some tricky time challenges, to make this all work.  Plus, I want to leave some time for myself just to relax. I mean, isn’t that the way one should spend time, over a weekend, before it’s time to go back to work?

Now, I’m going to take the time to see if there are any new photos about time biding their time on my iPhone.

Here are the photos I took time to take yesterday when I was spending time with my downstairs neighbor Karen, my son Aaron, and/or my boyfriend Michael — all time well spent:

 

I shall now take the time to tell you that this …

.. is entirely made of candy (except for the wood), according to my neighbor Karen.

Here‘s another song about time from a long time past, performed by a local group from Boston:

Unlike Orpheus, I CAN find the time to tell you this:

1. Several times while I’ve been writing this post, my son’s alarm has gone off, because he’s taking the time to help me move furniture this morning and
2. If my long-time friend Janet is reading this post, I’m assuming she might take the time to tell me that the band Orpheus is actually from her home town of Worcester,  Massachusetts, not Boston.

Like 1167-or-so previous times, it’s time for me to thank all those who helped me create this post and also you — of course! — for taking the time to visit, here and now.