Last night, I asked this question about records on Twitter:
I don’t want to sound like a broken record, but people share the most amazing thoughts and experiences when they feel safe enough to do so. I also tweeted about these records:
I might also break a record for posting the most photos of places and creatures I love in a blog.
I love imagining breaking the record for most pasta eaten on National Pasta Day.
Here’s the first 45 record I can remember playing over and over again on our record player when I was kid:
If you were to make it into the Guinness Book of Records, what record would you be breaking? For the record, any comment below will do.
Maybe I’ll break the record for most consecutive thank you’s ever expressed in a blog with this post!
Does the expression “ring a bell” ring a bell for you?
Here’s the definition, from Google:
1. informal
revive a distant recollection; sound familiar.
“the name Woodall rings a bell”
For me, the name Woodall does NOT ring a bell. Does that name ring a bell for you?
Here are some things that have been ringing bells for me lately, but differently than they’ve rung in the past:
Technology and machines have been misbehaving. For example, my WordPress phone application froze this morning, so I deleted it (despite the daunting message “If you delete WordPress you will delete all data”) and then reinstalled it — feeling almost no fear about that.
I’ve been summoned to a meeting today at work that’s supposed to be very important, with somebody I don’t know, with no explanation about who, why, or what I am expected to do, and I am feeling almost no fear about that.
As I’m writing this, I’m aware of my newly implanted large cardiac device that’s causing me some physical discomfort, and I am feeling almost no fear about that.
I’ve been asked to give a training presentation about my “Coping and Healing” therapy groups in August, and I am feeling almost no fear about that.
I am realizing that I may conceivably hurt somebody’s feelings or offend somebody at some point (an inevitable occurrence in human interactions), but I am feeling almost no fear about that.
Is this post ringing any bells for you, so far?
I thought of the title for today’s post yesterday, when I was walking and listening to music that rings bells for me.
Does that ring any bells?
Here’s the tune — which used to be my phone ring tone — that rang that bell for me, yesterday:
Perhaps these photos I took yesterday will ring some bells:
If you leave a comment about this post, that will definitely ring my bell.
Bell-ringing thanks to all people, pets, food, and places that helped me write today’s post and special thanks to you — of course! — for whatever bells are ringing, here and now.
