To battle my perfectionism about singing, I’m trying something new: I’m going to deliberately miss notes when singing in front of my musical husband and son.
My son will be trying something new when he starts his PhD program in mathematics next month and we’ll both be trying something new when we travel to Halifax, Nova Scotia, next week to get him settled in his new residence.
Wherever it is that you are, welcome to “Wherever it is that we are.”
Wherever it is that I am, I am wondering what my next blog post is going to be. Initially, I was planning on calling this post “I’m not here” because of this …
But apparently that was neither here nor there, because then I found today’s title in this captured image from The New York Times online:
Wherever it is that we are, as expressed during the first night of the U.S. Democratic National Convention, is a place that is
desperate,
hopeful,
united,
determined,
grieving, and
laser focused on November 3, 2020.
Wherever it is that I am, I know that election day in the United States is November 3, 2020.
Wherever it is that I am, I am taking photos for this blog.
Wherever it is that I am, I see astonishing things, like somebody seeming to walk on water, people celebrating important events like graduations, family members cooking with love, somebody exercising their right to vote (in an early local election), and creatures being wherever it is that they are.
Yesterday, after I heard about the death of a patient who seemed hopeless at times but who often gave other people hope in my therapy groups, I noticed this sign:
If life seems hopeless, look for
hidden treasures,
signs of renewal,
neighbors,
beauty that lives on,
attainable and satisfying goals,
humor,
comfort,
inspiring stories,
and good conversations (here and here on YouTube).
Gratitude helps, every day, so hopeful thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.
attend a presentation about working with trauma in group therapy, and
go food shopping with Michael,
I saw this:
I AM curious about that person’s hedgehog, but I haven’t got all day to hear about it. I actually haven’t got all day to do any one thing. Every day, I like to mix it up, leaving room for
listening,
talking,
walking,
animals,
people,
working,
playing,
thinking,
feeling,
breathing,
music,
eating, and
balancing my needs with other people’s needs (like talking about their hedgehogs or whatever else is important to them).
I also don’t have all day to write these posts and I assume you don’t have all day to read them. But I do have all day, every day, to notice what’s around me.
We have got only so many days in this lifetime, so how do we want to spend our days?
Since I witnessed a presidential candidate being called “such a nasty woman” during such a nasty debate two nights ago, this blogging woman has been experiencing such nasty AND un-nasty memories of names she has been called over the years.
Yes, such a history I’ve had as a woman, being called such a list of names, including these:
Moving on, now, to music that this writing woman is now hearing in her such-a-woman’s brain, here are two songs about women: “Witchy Woman” and “Kind Woman,” both written and sung by such_____ men:
Such great music with such interesting titles!
Now, this photographing woman has such a lot of _____ images to share with you:
Such a beautiful smile on that grandmother’s face! Such a laugh I had, yesterday, when that grand woman told me that the baby’s mother has already been reading advanced books like “Women in Science” to that beautiful 4-month-old girl!
Such a smile I’ll have on my face if you leave a comment about this “Such a ____ Woman” post.
Finally, such gratitude I have for all the women, men, etc. who helped me create such a ____ post and for you — of course! — for being such wonderful readers, today.
