Last night, after listening to many Todd Rundgren songs that spoke to me, I asked a question on Twitter about who speaks to you:
I love reading about who speaks to other people.
Do you know who does NOT speak to me (which I’ve never spoken about before on this blog)? My sister. People who speak in my therapy groups often reveal that siblings in their families have trouble speaking to each other.
Here’s someone who constantly speaks to me, although I don’t know what she’s saying.
.
Do any of my images today speak to you?
The Daily Bitch always speaks to me (even if some people in Real Life and on Twitter don’t speak to me).
Here’s one of the Todd Rundgren songs that spoke to me yesterday:
Who is speaking to you now? Hello, it’s me, with gratitude for YOU.
You may have noticed that my posts often include what I’ve noticed the day before.
You will notice that this post is no exception.
Yesterday, on my drive to work, I noticed this license plate I had noticed once before in a different part of Boston:
If you’ve noticed my past blog posts, that “AUTO” license plate has appeared — noticeably and obviously — in a previous post, Day 767: Obvious.
I noticed much more, besides that auto license plate, yesterday:
I am wondering what you noticed in those photos. I noticed, among other things, (1) a budding notice of spring on trees and (2) matzo farfel muffins.
Notice how educational my blog is?
Here’s something else I noticed yesterday:
I’ve noticed that looking younger IS an issue (1) in our culture and (2) for several of my older therapy patients.
Soon after I noticed that magazine cover at work, I noticed an inter-office envelope in my mailbox. I noticed this, inside:
I didn’t notice anybody delivering that noticeably delicious gift to my mailbox and I also didn’t notice how long it was sitting in my mailbox before I it noticed yesterday.
Ever notice how people eat chocolate bunnies?
That bunny got noticeably smaller, noticeably quickly.
Can you notice the difference between these two dinner plates, one for me and one for my 17-year-old son Aaron?
My boyfriend Michael has noticed there are some vegetables Aaron doesn’t like and has acted accordingly.
One more image I trusted myself to notice yesterday:
If you wanted somebody to notice you, what might you say?
You — and Todd Rundgren — might get noticed by others if you say “Hello, It’s Me.”
