It’s no accident that I’m starting off today’s post with some free associations about “Accidents,” as follows:
- I’ve had several car accidents in my long life.
- None of these accidents have seriously hurt me or anybody else.
- Every time I have an accident, I feel shame.
- Accidents happen.
- In case any of my readers are accidentally thinking I’ve recently had a car accident, I have not.
- It’s no accident that I start off many of my posts with free associations because I’m a psychotherapist, and psychotherapists often find accidental free associations very meaningful.
- Because of my own perfectionism (which is probably no accident), I can judge myself harshly even for the smallest of accidents.
- Some people believe there are no accidents, and that everything happens for a reason.
- I thought of “Accidents”for the title of today’s post because one of the photos I took yesterday was an accident.
It’s no accident, here and now, that I’d like you to guess which of these photos was an accident:
Ooops! No matter what I try, this morning, I cannot get that one accidental photo to show up in this blog. I wonder if that’s an accident?
It’s no accident that I’m feeling no shame about this latest accident, because every day in every way I work on myself and others letting go of shame about accidents.
Here are all the non-accidental photos I took yesterday:
Which of those photos remind you most of “Accidents”?
Also, I suppose it’s no accident that the last photo, above, includes the photo I took by accident (located on the computer screen behind our sometimes accident-waiting-to-happen cat, Oscar).
If you leave a comment below, would that be an accident?
Non-accidental thanks to all who helped me create this post about accidents and to you — of course! — for reading it, accidentally or otherwise.