Yesterday, several persons had the personal space in the group therapy space at work to discuss their thoughts, feelings, experiences, and needs regarding personal space.
Personally, I’m glad I have the personal space to share photos in this blogging space.



I’ll take some personal space to explain that the objects taking up personal space in the upper left corner of my personal Home for Missing Objects, above, are socks I’m personally missing.
In the personal space of my office, persons often discuss how fears can take up too much personal space unless we counter those old fears with helpful thoughts in the personal space of our minds.

Other people’s unsolicited advice can also take up too much personal space.

“I see how well that worked out for you!” — which is taking up personal space on my white board — is one way to assert your personal space in response to unhelpful, judgmental advice. I shall now take up personal space here with an example of that:
Advice giver: I can’t believe you’re still single! You need to get married if you want to be happy.
Advice hearer: I see how well that worked out for you!
Here are some other photos taking up personal space on my iPhone:








That last photo shows a bumper sticker taking up personal space on a car in front of me in traffic.
I hope you have the personal space to express your thoughts, feelings, experiences, and needs regarding personal space in the comment space below.
My old friend Dave took up some personal space yesterday sharing new versions of two Jaco Pastorius tunes. (I’ve taken up personal space in this blog personally writing about Jaco Pastorius here and here.) The late, great Jaco and the late, great Toots Thielmans are taking up personal space on YouTube with one of those tunes (here and here ).
I’d like to take up a little more of your personal space expressing my personal thanks to all who helped me create yet another personal post and — of course! — to you, for taking up all the personal space you need.


























Day 641: Lots of freakin ____
Yesterday, there was lots of freakin
Yes, I experienced and witnessed a lot of freakin freakin!
I don’t mean to
… but I wasn’t alone in this.
Do I have proofs about that?
Of course! For example, I could tell you stories I heard in my therapy office yesterday (if I made sure to protect confidentiality and completely hide identities) where people talked about
And that was just in the two groups I freakin facilitated!
Or, I could tell you about a freakin misunderstanding between me and one of the doctors I work with, in a large primary care practice in a major Boston teaching hospital. Here’s an email I sent her, before I left work:
However, I’d rather show you two photos I took, at the end of the day:
Are you experiencing lots of freakin _____, where you are? (It wouldn’t freakin kill you to tell me, would it?)
To help promote a less freakin Friday, here are two freakin disco tunes I danced to in the 1970s:
(“There But For the Grace of God” by Machine found here on YouTube)
(“Le Freak” by Chic found here on YouTube)
Thanks to freakin everybody — including you, of course! — here and now.
Note: I just re-read this post after publishing it, and I wondered if I might have miscommunicated (like I did with that doctor). Therefore, I would like to balance things out, with another photo I took yesterday:
It’s freakin churros with freakin chocolate (among other things) on my freakin desk!