Yesterday, I knew “That’s so you!” would be today’s blog post.
That’s so me, having a post title suddenly pop into my head, seemingly out of nowhere.
But that thought, as always, came from somewhere.
Over a year ago, somebody read a description I’d written about the therapy groups I facilitate and said:
That’s so you!
Yesterday, this email went out, advertising a presentation I’ll be making in two weeks:
Anne Koplow, MSW, LICSW presents:
“Come One, Come All, Whenever! Open Access Groups at a Hospital Primary Care Practice “
Ann will demonstrate the flexible-attendance group model she developed and is facilitating four times a week for a hospital-based Primary Care Practice. This model provides group support, coping strategies, and symptom-reduction skills for depression, anxiety, and stress, drawing from treatment modalities including CBT, DBT, Narrative, Psychodynamics, and other group therapy techniques..
That’s so me, having my name misspelled (but spelled correctly, too).
Often, when somebody says to me:
That’s so you!
I’m not sure exactly what they mean. I can’t tell what they’re thinking, but I
that it’s a compliment.
When I’ve said to myself,
That’s so you!
… I have to admit that’s often NOT complimentary. In the past, I’ve told myself
you’re so
- lazy
- clumsy
- clueless
- unattractive
- immature
- insensitive
I’m interrupting this list to do something that’s so me: including this song, which I found here on YouTube.
- talentless
- selfish
- stupid
- weird,
and other negative labels.
These days, it’s so me to point out those are all unhelpful cognitive distortions.
Yesterday, I saw somebody I like at work and thought
That’s so her!
That’s Indrani, telling me she’s so
- energetic,
- fun, and
- feisty.
That IS so her!
Before I show you some other recent photos, I wanted to tell you something else that’s so me.
Several helpful people here at WordPress have suggested I get some kind of photo software to reduce the sizes of my pictures, after I take them. (It’s so me to refer you to yesterday’s post, which has more about that.) Last night, I bought an app — Camera Plus Pro — for my iPhone, which allows me to choose a low-resolution setting for all the photos I take for this blog, from now on. Why did I choose that method? That’s so me, doing something I think will be easier.
That’s so me, to wonder whether that last paragraph does a good enough job explaining what I want to communicate, and then to just move on to these photos, which are so me (and other things, too):
That’s so me, to include photos that might benefit from explanation, and then explain only a few. In this case, I shall tell you
- those people lined up, in front of CVS pharmacy, are waiting to meet Joe Perry from Aerosmith at Boston’s Guitar Center and
- I took that last photo with Camera Plus Pro.
Can you relate to anything, in particular, that you are finding in this post?
It’s so me, before I end a post, to ask some question, inviting you to think:
That’s so human.
It’s so me to wonder whether I did that, today.
Many thanks to Indrani, to Astrud Gilberto and Antonio Carlos Jobim (for “How Insensitive“), and to everybody reading this — of course! — for being so you, right now.
This post is so you Ann – I love it!
Diana xo
This is comment is so you, Diana. And — of course! — I love it!
I think Joe Perry should have went into the CVS before going into the Guitar Center just so he could buy some snacks and soda and pass them out to the people waiting in line to see him, Ann. But that’s just so me and most likely just not so Joe Perry, from what I can tell.
You are right about something, Ann. When somebody tells me, “That’s just so you,” I may raise a suspicious eyebrow as to their intent of positive or negative.
Your place of work needs an email editor. I can do that from my house here with IT’s proper setup, if you think they are hiring.
I appreciate your actual and intended kindness, Mark, to me and to those people standing in line. That’s so you! I hope you get my positive intent, as always.
She was an awesome singer but old Stan Getz really messed her over when it came to royalties for Ipanima….
That’s so unfair (and very much NOT you, I’m sure).
Love this post Anne. I tell myself the same things!
Love your visits, David.
Haha – so you!
So you, too!!
Ann … I love your animal photos, the pic of the blue-eyed girl biting her lip, and your random meanderings. That’s so me, too. I love the song you picked. Is she the one who also sang “The Girl From Ipanema?” I always loved that song.
About the photo size, I go into my Picasa folder and edit the size. I’ve noticed that the large ones load very slowly.
I love the way you love things, Judy, and are helpful to others, too. That’s so you!
I think re-sizing with the tool on your iPhone before uploading to the blog has an advantage. It is more efficient to transfer than of those larger files, IMO. That’s so me.
And that’s so me to sincerely appreciate and value you being so you, here.
If that is so you, we are kindred spirits! And the “unhelpful cognitive distortions” handout is excellent — I know I’ve caught myself engaging in several of those, especially “personalization”… I also just realized that I live with a black belt Catastrophizer; it takes a lot of self-control not to get sucked into that! I have observed, however, that Jobim will defuse just about any imagined calamity… Thanks for sharing one I hadn’t heard before!
Thank you for bringing all this sunshine here today!
I did a funny double-take on the cat plus mini-cat. Thanks.
Thank you for all your takes on my posts, Hilary!
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