I’ve blogged like no one is watching about self consciousness and how it affects self esteem, like here.
What would you like to do like no one is watching?
Dance?
Walk outside?
Sleep?
Look at greeting cards?
Watch YouTube videos (which somebody’s watching here , here and here)?
Please write a comment like no one is watching, below.
Thanks to all who helped me create today’s post like no one was watching and — of course! — to YOU, for watching.
One of the interns at work — who knows I write a blog about letting go of judgment and who I hope is not judging me about that — showed me this last week:
Are you judging those “judging you” socks?
When I talk to people about joining my “Coping and Healing” groups, I sometimes say
Judging is something we humans do. I won’t be judging you about that. Please pay attention to harsh self-judgment and try judging you less.
Right now, I’m judging you, Michael, for not emailing me those photos for today’s blog, which included cupcakes that looked like dogs. I’m letting go of judging you, Michael, and I’m also letting go of judging me for not taking my phone with me yesterday when we visited a craft show benefiting a local animal shelter.
Don’t judge me for finding this video when I searched for “Judging You” on YouTube:
While cats may be judging you, I’m still thankful for cats, for Michael, for Vivian the intern, and for this one photo I took yesterday evening.
Last night, when I was at an American supermarket (which was one of the world’s scariest places in the Robin Williams movie “Moscow on the Hudson”), I saw this:
I don’t know what’s included in that magazine of the world’s scariest places. Perhaps it includes places where there’s
What do you think are the world’s scariest places?
Are there any scary places here?
Hospitals can be some of the world’s scariest places, so I’m glad that the hospital where I work has a string quartet playing near the entrance.
There are so many “World’s Scariest Places” videos on YouTube that it’s scaring me, so here’s that scene from “Moscow on the Hudson.”
I hope the comments section here is not a scary place and that you’ll place a comment, below.
Thanks to Robin Williams, the hospital where I work, magazines, supermarkets and every other place, person, and thing that helped me write this world’s-scariest-places post. And thanks to you — of course! — for helping to make this blog one of the safest places I know.
Some days, it occurs to me that the whole world has gone bananas.
Yesterday was one of those days.
This is now, bananas and all.
Here’s a song I used to sing with my son, when life didn’t seem quite as bananas as it does now.
Yesterday, Michael told me he thought Senator Al Franken should resign immediately. I told him I thought that was bananas. But I am bananas about Michael and his thoughts.
Also, a friend I’m bananas about told me that yesterday’s post suggested that there was something demeaning about being a secretary. I replied:
I don’t think there is something demeaning about being a secretary. That was not de meaning of my post.
Was that bananas?
Please express any thoughts and feelings you have about the bananas in this post.
Thanks to all who helped me create today’s bananas blog and — of course! — to you.
I am going to start with a definition of “eye roll” because that’s how I roll.
The action of rolling one’s eyes, typically as an expression of exasperation, disbelief, or disapproval.
Yesterday, when somebody at work treated me like I was his secretary, I did an eye roll in the privacy of my office. While my eyes were rolling, I composed an email in my head that said
I am not your secretary! I am not even your assigned social worker! I don’t like this!
but I didn’t send it. Instead, I sent him an email in which I responded to his request and instructed him how to interact with social work more effectively in the future.
What makes your eyes roll? Any of these photos?
Please roll your eyes over this YouTube video combining “Narrow Your Eyes” by They Might Be Giants with cartoon ponies.
Feel free to roll your eyes down to the end of this post to leave a comment.
I thank all who helped me roll out yet another eye-rolling blog post and — of course! — you, for rolling your eyes here, today.
When the days turn dark and cold, I witness more people talking about healthy and not so healthy habits.
Yesterday, in a therapy group, people made lists of healthy and not so healthy things in their lives.
Is it healthy to make lists like that?
Do you see healthy or not so healthy things in my other photos from yesterday?
Whenever I see a huge truck with evocative words and images like “Lost Angel,” I assume it’s full of alcohol. Is that healthy or not so healthy?
Here’s some healthy music on YouTube:
Is it healthy or not so healthy to make comments on the internet?
I know it’s healthy to express gratitude, so thanks to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for reading.
“If you see something, say something” is a campaign by the United States Department of Homeland Security.
I see that “If you see something, say something” is something I do on my blog everyday. I see something and I say something.
If you see something that a friend, family member, or co-worker is doing that you think is harmful, do you say something? I do, but it’s difficult.
If you see something in these photos, say something.
If you see something in these lyrics I composed yesterday about a very unpleasant person, say something:
I can’t avoid you
You hemorrhoid you.
(pause)
I CAN avoid you
You hemorrhoid you.
If Stephen Sondheim saw those lyrics, I wonder what he’d say. Something.
If you see something in the song “Say Something,” say something.
If you say something in a comment, I’ll say something back.
I’d like to say something to everyone who helped me create today’s blog post and — of course! — to you, for seeing it.
I love what is on the hallway wall of Jane Hoffmann.
Do you love what is on Jane’s wall?
Shall we love what is in the rest of today’s post?
What might help us love what is the most difficult day of the week to love? How about this?
I love what is on that card.
Oops! I love what is a mistake, imperfection, or oversight, especially if I can correct it. I almost forgot to include a song for today.
I love what is in that YouTube video of Matt Corby singing “Monday.”
Love what is your reaction to today’s blog.
I love what is the latest way I’m expressing gratitude to all who help me create these posts and to those who read them — including YOU.
It’s good to be tough
when things get rough
but it’s good to be vulnerable, too.
In every location
I see invitation
to huddle and muddle things through.
After every bad storm
it’s important to mourn
and also find strength in your heart.
So put on your mittens
and play with some kittens
and […it’s tough to come up with a good last line, so could you do your part?]
It’s good to see Tom Petty sing
Thanks for reading and helping my rhymes.
I’ll now express thanks several times.
“Now You Know” from Stephen Sondheim’s Merrily We Roll Along has been running through my head a lot lately. Now you know.
If you didn’t know Lucia Spina is a great interpreter of Sondheim tunes, now you know.
Now You Know
by Stephen Sondheim
All right, now you know:
Life is crummy.
Well, now you know.I mean, big surprise:
People love you and tell you lies.
Bricks can tumble from clear blue skies.
Put your dimple down,
Now you know.Okay, there you go —
Life is crummy,
Well, now you know.It’s called flowers wilt,
It’s called apples rot,
It’s called thieves get rich and saints get shot,
It’s called God don’t answer prayers a lot,
Okay, now you know.Okay, now you know,
Now forget it.
Don’t fall apart at the seams.
It’s called letting go your illusions,
And don’t confuse them with dreams.If the going’s slow —
Don’t regret it,
And don’t let’s go to extremes.
It’s called what’s your choice?
It’s called count to ten.
It’s called burn your bridges, start again.
You should burn them every now and then
Or you’ll never grow!Because now you grow.
That’s the killer, is
Now you grow.You’re right, nothing’s fair,
And it’s all a plot,
And tomorrow doesn’t look too hot —
Right, you better look at what you’ve got:
Over here, hello?
Okay, now you know,Now you know!
Now you know the lyrics to “Now You Know.”
Yesterday morning, I visited the amazing home of Jane Hoffmann. If you didn’t know that Jane is the wonderful real estate agent who helped us buy our new home, now you know.
Now you know you can put blackboard paint on your walls, like Jane did. I love it.
This blog post is for you Jane, for me, and for all my readers, too.
Now you know.
xo
Ann
