With the options available for our upcoming election, I believe the Democrats will do very well next week.
If they don’t, I’m afraid of the options we’ll be facing.
Here are today’s photographic options.
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Here are today’s screen-capture options.
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Too many options can — at least temporarily — confuse me and make it difficult to decide.
Here’s what I find when I search for options on YouTube.
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Thanks to all those who chose — among all your options today — to visit my blog, including YOU!
I’m taking a risk by titling this blog post “Taking a Risk” rather than “Balance” (the other title I was considering).
I’m taking a risk today by paying a deposit on the Lilypad performance space for my concert/live album recording in June.
Shenna Bellows, Maine’s Secretary of State, was taking a risk when she found Trump ineligible to be on the primary ballot there.
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Do you see anybody taking a risk in my other images for today?
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Somebody’s taking a risk with their eating habits.
Here’s what I find when I search for “taking a risk” on YouTube.
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Thanks to all who helped me create this taking-a-risk post, including YOU.
Because there are so many possibilities of where to go next, I sometimes have trouble making decisions about that.
At this point, the best I can do is accept where I am now and get a clearer idea of what I want and need, which can guide me to where to go next.
I want and need to
Can you see where to go next in my images for today?
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I like that I’m writing about where to go next on Escapology Day, since I would like to escape restraints, too.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “where to go next.”
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Where to go next? To gratitude (on World Gratitude Day).
I’m waiting to record a finalized version of my original song “I Don’t Wanna Be Late (Don’t Wanna Be Early Either)” until I decide on a line about waiting:
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Speaking of waiting, we’ve been waiting to capture how our cat Joan seemingly defies gravity when she leaps off the bed to pursue our other cat, Harley. I’ve been waiting to go viral, and a spectacular and hilarious cat jump might be just the ticket. However, the waiting continues, as you can see from these videos from last night:
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They say that all things come to those who wait, but I’m not sure that applies to cat videos.
If you’re waiting for more from today’s blog post, here’s what I’ve got:
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Between you and me, I think the Daily Bitch might be waiting for a very long time.
Thanks to my friend Debbie (who sent me the cartoon about cat beds) and to all who are waiting along with me, including YOU!
Yesterday, while I was on hold waiting to talk to a human being at the U.S. Social Security Administration, I tweeted this:
Because I can’t put my life and work on hold, I had to hang up several times throughout the day, losing my place in the “on hold” Social Security line. When I did finally reach a human being, I almost wished I was still on hold. That person couldn’t put their impatience with my questions on hold and I couldn’t put my negative reactions to that on hold. Let’s just say I didn’t feel any social security from that social interaction after being on hold.
In other on-hold news, our shower repair/remodel is on hold again as I await the delivery of a different tile sample, suggested by my ex-sister-in-law Deborah. That project has been on hold on and off for eighteen months, so I guess a little more on hold won’t hurt anybody.
If any of you feel like you’ve been put on hold waiting for the rest of today’s images, here they are.
Perhaps the Daily Bitch needs to put her solution for happiness on hold.
Here’s what I find when I search YouTube for “on hold.”
My gratitude for thoughtful and caring people is never on hold, so thanks to you for reading this “on hold” post.
I had a bad day yesterday because of a bad reaction to the COVID booster shot. I felt so bad that I didn’t take a walk, even when the bad weather turned good in the afternoon.
I push through bad days and yesterday was no exception. I worked from home and, even though I love my work, I couldn’t wait for the bad day to be over. From now on, I’m going to practice better self care, calling out sick on a bad day.
At the end of the bad day, we decided to watch the season finale of “Bad Sisters” and I asked a question about bad movies on Twitter.
Here are the images I captured on my bad day:
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If today is another bad day, at least I have permission to be a grouch about it.
Here’s the opening sequence of “Bad Sisters,” where somebody is having a very bad day.
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Thanks to all who make a bad day better, including YOU.
Is it easy for you to finish the sentence is today’s title? When was life a lot easier for you?
Blogging is a lot easier for me when I have the Daily Bitch to quote.
Even though life was a lot easier when we weren’t dealing with a worldwide pandemic, yesterday my biggest decisions included:
Life is a lot easier — for me, Amy Siskind, and many others — than it was a month ago.
Here is “Life is easy. Why do we make it so hard?” — a Ted talk by Jon Jandai:
It’s always easy for me to express gratitude to those who help me blog every day, including YOU!
My conclusion, here and now, is that the definition of “conclusion” includes two very important meanings.
con·clu·sion
/kənˈklo͞oZHən
noun
plural noun: conclusions
1. the end or finish of an event or process.
“the conclusion of World War Two”
synonyms: end, ending, finish, close, termination, windup, cessation
2. a judgment or decision reached by reasoning.
“each research group came to a similar conclusion”
synonyms: deduction, inference, interpretation, reasoning
Sometimes, people reach conclusions (judgments/decisions) that result in the conclusion (ending/finish) of a pattern of behaviors, a way of thinking, a relationship, a job, or something else important in their lives.
Yesterday, in a therapy group, participants concluded to write down a list of other people’s harsh and unfair conclusions about them. At the conclusion of that group exercise, they tore up these internalized negative messages and threw them away. One person’s conclusion was that the internalized belief that she was trash deserved to be ripped up and tossed in the trash.
Are there any conclusions about or in my photos from yesterday?
Writing a Killer Conclusion includes many conclusions:
At the conclusion of each blog post, I express gratitude and appreciation to all those who helped me create it and to you — of course! — for reading it.
When I have trouble making a decision, it’s often because I fear making the wrong decision. But how do I know a decision is wrong until I make it?
Sometimes I tell people who are having trouble making a decision to consider that there are no wrong decisions. Is that the wrong decision? Because decisions do have consequences.
However, it’s often the wrong decision to obsess about possible consequences before making a decision. The right decision is to decide, act, and then deal with the consequences as best you can.
Last night, I was thinking I had made the wrong decision to sit in the front row of the live show of So You Think You Can Dance.
See those rectangular boxes? They were foot lights that wrongly obscured my view of the dancers’ feet.
It was the wrong decision for me to focus on what was wrong with my view. I made the right decision to enjoy what I could see. And Hannahlei, Jensen, Genessy, Slavik, Darius, Jay Jay, Cole, Magda, Evan, and Chelsea all made the right decision to be dancers. They don’t just think they can dance — they most decidedly can.
Is it the wrong decision to share the Yellow Trench Coat performance from So You Think You Can Dance?
I’ve decided it was not the wrong decision to vote Hannahlei Cabanilla the winner of the latest season of So You Think You Can Dance.
Any wrong decisions in my other photos from yesterday?
I wonder if it’s the wrong decision to tell this story about my being a temporary worker during the summer of 1971 at Lynn City Hall (the location of Lynn Memorial Auditorium, where I saw the performance last night).
One of the many jobs I held as a temp worker during the summer of 1971 was in the rent control department of Lynn City Hall. One day, I saw a man I knew from my synagogue come in to speak to the director of the department. When he left, the director said a defamatory word about Jews, which starts with the letter “K.” I had never heard that word spoken out loud; I was shocked. Soon afterwards, somebody else who worked there walked over to my desk and asked “Ann, are you Jewish?” I thought it might be the wrong decision to admit that, so I asked, “WHY?” This guy said, “Because I saw your face when the director said that. I think everybody here thinks you’re Italian.” The next day, the director, looking very uncomfortable, came over to my desk and said, “You know, I think it’s GREAT that Israel is bombing the hell out of (whomever Israel was bombing the hell out of that summer).” I decided to look him right in the eye and say, “Really? I think it’s TERRIBLE.”
Do you see any wrong decisions there?
It’s never a wrong decision to end with thanks to all who helped me make all the decisions going into the creation of this post and — of course! — YOU.
Let’s start with a cathartic definition:
ca·thar·tic
kəˈTHärdik
adjective
1. providing psychological relief through the open expression of strong emotions; causing catharsis.
“crying is a cathartic release”
As a psychotherapist who endorses providing psychological relief, I agree that crying and the open expression of strong emotions is cathartic.
Here are other things I find cathartic:
What is cathartic for you?
Are any of my recent photos cathartic?
Following your own path is cathartic and so is music (here and here).
Receiving and responding to feedback is cathartic, as is expressing thanks to all who helped me create this cathartic blog post and — of course! — YOU.
