Yesterday, in a therapy group, I randomly picked this “angel card”:
We all have power. Soon, I will be taking on more power as the President of a professional group therapy organization. I hope to use that power well.
A few days ago, I noticed that the cafeteria in the hospital where I work had stopped including vitamin-K-rich spinach in their salad bar. Because I take the powerful medication Coumadin. I need the power to control the amount of Vitamin K in my diet, and I usually do so by taking the same amount of spinach every day from the salad bar. I owned my personal power and asked to speak to the person who had the power to decide what items to include in that salad bar. She told me that the hospital had decided to feature local produce and had replaced the spinach with locally grown kale. I told her about my taking Coumadin, which is a very common drug, and explained that kale had too much vitamin K and that I can’t eat kale. As I was explaining all this to her, these were my powerful thoughts, “Why am I doing this? I don’t have any power here. They’ve already made this decision. I’ll have to figure out how to regulate my vitamin K a different way.”
The next day, I saw this at the hospital salad bar:
Sometimes we have power even when we think we don’t. The powerful moral for me: keep speaking up, because maybe somebody is listening.
Do you see power in my other photos from yesterday?
People have the power to decide whether they want their pictures taken. My son Aaron was okay with that last night (and Michael wasn’t).
The ocean has the power to heal, I believe.
Today, Aaron and I will be experiencing the power of “West Side Story” at Boston’s Symphony Hall. I never get tired of the power of that score by Bernstein and Sondheim and I’m glad that YouTube has the power to provide the musical clips I need for this blog (here and here).
I look forward to the power of your comments, below.
I always end these daily posts with the power of gratitude to all who help me create them and — of course! — to YOU.