I’m experiencing anxiety about today’s “massive” nor’easter, the massive damage being done to my country by the current administration, and my non-massive music career.
Like any other mother, I have felt some anxiety about my child. Thankfully, I’m not feeling any anxiety about him today — his 28th birthday. I also have no anxiety about continuing my tradition of posting this old video of his on February 23.
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Do you have any anxiety about my images for today?
It’s interesting how helpful these daily blog posts are for me (no matter how interesting they are for others).
It’s interesting that this blogging site thinks I’ve posted 666 days in a row …
… when it’s actually been 4,791 days in a row.
Yesterday, I went to see yet another interesting expert about the interesting clicking noises I hear in my head when I speak or sing. This doctor and his interested entourage put an interesting little microphone and camera though my nostril so they could observe what interesting things my upper palate did when I speak. When the doctor, who had an interesting way of dealing with patients, asked me to keep talking, I recited the words to my original song “Everybody’s Somebody’s Asshole.”
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It’s interesting that — because of the inserted microphone — somebody else could hear the noises for the first time since they appeared 30 months ago (but who’s counting?).
It’s interesting how reassuring that was.
When the interesting doctor told me that my situation was atypical and unusual, I took a breath and said, “Since I’ve been born, I’ve been dealing with the rarest congenital heart condition and other atypical and unusual issues, and I’m kind of sick of being …”
“Interesting?” said the doctor.
It’s interesting that there continues to be no obvious way forward to treat these noises, but we’re going to try a Botox injection next month. It’ll be interesting to see what happens.
On the recommendation of a social work intern who is co-facilitating a Coping and Healing group with me, I’m listening to the audiobook of A Little Life.
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A Little Life is not a little book, and it tackles big themes including trauma, child abuse, love, friendship, and art.
At the same time that I’m listening to many harrowing descriptions in A Little Life, I am living my own little life to the best of my ability.
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When I attended another Open Mic in my little life last night, I performed this original song:
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Here’s what I find when I search for “a little life” on YouTube.
I wonder if I’ll get to see that in my little life?
Thanks to all who share a little life with me here, including YOU!
We especially celebrate Groundhog Day around here because it’s my birthday.
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This Groundhog Day, I get to do many of my favorite things, including facilitating a therapy group in person and enjoying a special birthday dinner of pasta primavera and chocolate souffle, prepared by my wonderful husband Michael.
On Groundhogs Day Eve, I got to do many of favorite things, including talking to people I love and going to a musical with my wonderful husband Michael, who is very camera shy.
If he sees his shadow, there are six more weeks of winter.
Here are my other images for Groundhog Day:
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Now that I’ve made it to age 73 on this Groundhog Day, I have to change the opening of my song “Shameless Appeals for Applause” AGAIN.
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How about this:
I’ve made it to age 73!
I was born with heart problems, but I’m still here. See?
Because I’m a psychotherapist, I bear witness to people’s memories. Because I specialize in group therapy, I witness people making new memories as they join in community with each other.
Because I’m a blogger, I share daily memories with you.
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Here are some of the favorite memories I named above:
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Thanks to all who are here for these memories, including YOU!
In yesterday’s blog post, I shared that I was giving up negative self talk for the month of January.
In yesterday’s Coping and Healing group, we talked about negative self talk. The group members wrote down familiar negative self talk and shared theirs with the rest of the group. Most of us tore up the paper with our negative self talk and threw the pieces away.
My negative self talk included:
You’re too selfish.
You don’t do enough.
You’re too old.
You make too many mistakes.
You’re stupid.
It felt good to share that negative self talk, rip the paper into tiny pieces and throw it all away.
My good son Aaron told me yesterday that he is learning the language Toki Pona, which means “language of good.”
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In Toki Pona, “pona” means good and I hope you see pona in my images for today.
I’m working on a good cover for the AI version of my good song “Everybody’s Somebody’s Asshole.”My good son with my good husband. Doesn’t this look good? This is Miriam, our very good server at Bar ‘Cino, who also plays “keys”!My good relative Deborah recommended this good book. More good food, at Le Madeline.
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Here’s a good video about the good language my good son is learning.
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Thanks to all the good people who are here for this good blog post, including YOU!
