Day 2267: You Matter to Me

You matter to me,  dear readers.

It also matters to me that six years ago, I wrote a blog post titled Day 133: Maybe anxiety means that something really matters to you. It matters to me to help explain anxiety to those who matter to me.

Michael, who matters to me, was matter-of-factly wearing this t-shirt yesterday:

“You matter to me” is a slogan at the hospital-based Primary Care Practice where I work.  Patients matter to me — that’s why I’m so happy to be part of a Patient Experience Task Force there. One of the other members of that task force, who is a patient, came up with the slogan “You matter to me.”

Here and now, who and what matters to you?

I looked at my other photos from yesterday and realized that “You matter to me” applies to all of them.

 

 

 

It matters to me that Harley —  our white and tiger kitty  who is very shy — didn’t run away while I was taking matters (and my iPhone camera)  into my own hands yesterday.

Someone I know once said she thought she mattered less to her family than the family’s cat.  Family matters.  We all matter, whether or not we know it.

It matters to me to repeat this photo from yesterday’s post:

Everything you think and feel matters, so consider sharing your thoughts and feelings about all these matters in a comment, below.

The musical Waitress — which includes the song “You Matter to Me” — matters to me.

 

Because you matter to me, it matters to me to express my gratitude to you.

 

 

Day 1882: Summon your strength

I need to summon my strength for a very early morning flight to Houston, so I choose to summon this pack of tissues.

I need to summon my strength because I am

• tired,
• in pain from tearing my rotator cuff,
• meeting new people,
• traveling to an unfamiliar city,
• presenting about my therapy groups,
• on the medication Coumadin and needing to maintain a therapeutic INR with a consistent diet, and
• homesick in advance.

I summon my strength by

• writing,
• sharing my thoughts and feelings, and
• taking pictures of my surroundings.

 

That message on the Paramount Theater in Boston summons my strength to remember that we are home no matter where we are in this world and that I’ll be attending a two-day therapy group in Houston titled “Longing for Home: Past Attachments and Reparative Re-Attachments.”

I also summon my strength by going to great musicals with people I love.

Telling people “You Matter to Me” helps them summon their strength.

 

How do you summon your strength?

Strong thanks to all who helped me summon my strength to create another blog post and — of course! — to my readers, who matter to me.