When I want to stand up to the forces of injustice, I think, “I can’t do it on my own.”
When I spend a week with other group therapists and explore the ways that groups can heal in a world where groups sometimes destroy, I know that I can’t do it on my own.
While I may value my independent and solitary ways of thinking and acting, I ultimately realize that I can’t do it on my own, no matter what it is.
I want to connect with others and I can’t do it on my own. Are you with me?
I can’t do it on my own without the Daily Bitch.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “I can’t do it on my own.”
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I can’t do it on my own, so thanks to all who connect with me here, including YOU!
When I first published this post, seven, which is a common lucky number, appeared twice in the number of today’s blog. (Since then, I discovered my numbers were off and I had to do a recount.) Seven is also the number of my previous blog posts about numbers (here, here, here, here, here, here, and here).
It’s been quite a number of days since I last wrote a post about numbers (one thousand and eighty-two days,, but who’s counting?) I think “numbers” is a good topic, here and now, because there is so much in the news about numbers (number of new coronavirus cases, number of deaths, number of jobs lost, etc. etc.)
Also, this is today’s Daily Bitch:
Please take a number for your favorite photo from today’s post. That first photo, above, is, of course, #1.
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I think there are a number of people who would not allow a cat to be on the dining room table.
Now I have to prepare for a panel discussion about doing therapy groups remotely during the age of the coronavirus. There are four people on the panel and I have eight minutes to talk about my Coping and Healing groups. I don’t know if that will be too much, too little, or just right.
I’ll let you know how it goes in post # 2728.
I have a large number of photos indicating gratitude, and here are just a few of them:
In the 1970s, I had several anxiety’s moments, including when I heard about Chicago’s wonderful singer-guitarist-songwriter Terry Kath‘s untimely death from “an accidental gunshot wound to the head.” That still causes anxiety’s moment when I think about it in this moment.
One thousand, four hundred, and forty-four days ago (but who’s counting on all thumbs or all fingers?), I typed — with all thumbs and fingers — a post titled Day 922: Thumbs, which included a discussion of thumb-related phrases including “all thumbs,” “thumbs up,” and “thumbs down.”
Yesterday, I was all thumbs at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport, as
I was so focused on removing liquids or semi-liquids that might be more than three ounces from my bag that I forgot to remove my laptop,
security gave me a thumbs down and sent my bag through twice, the second time without zipping it up,
I didn’t noticed that the bag was unzipped,
people told me everything was falling out of my bag after I picked it up, and
I got so flustered I dropped my laptop on my toe.
I’m glad to report that all thumbs and all toes were all okay, even if my dignity got temporarily damaged. After all that happened, I hung around the scene of the crime and said all this to myself:
See! You were trying to avoid feeling shame about doing the wrong thing by taking out those items from your bag, but you missed the obvious one! And what you feared came true: you did the security thing wrong, people got annoyed, strangers noticed your mistakes, things fell out of your bag, you were exposed, you looked like you were all thumbs (and maybe like a crazy old lady), but you know what? It doesn’t matter! You survived and you’re flying home to those you love! Hooray!
It’s time to thumb through all my photos from yesterday, when I was feeling all thumbs (but lots of heart, too). By the way, I thought “thumbs up!” when I was taking one of these pictures. Can you guess which one?
Yes, that’s a map of the Chicago River on the side of a riverside high-rise, with the red marker indicating: “You are here” ! (If you want to hear more about that building and that map, click here.)
Yesterday, as I was in the process of leaving my home town of Boston and traveling to the great town of Chicago, I took these photos:
Ah ha! There I am in Chicago.
Here and here are today’s songs about leaving town:
Last night, I was feeling kind of shy in Chi-town when I was having dinner with some people I didn’t know,, but when the group organizer asked me to sing, I stood up, found my voice, and sang my latest song — “Everybody’s Somebody’s Asshole.”
People seemed to like my new song but even if they didn’t, I’ll be leaving town tomorrow.
No matter what town I’m in, I see gratitude everywhere. Thanks to all who helped me create this out-of-town post and — of course! — to YOU.
