One of the coping skills I use is telling myself “that’s data” instead of leaping to unhelpful conclusions. Because we tell ourselves stories based on the past, “that’s data” helps me observe and move on.
Here’s how ChatGPT describes using “that’s data.”
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When I gather images for this blog, that’s data.
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Is that data or a story?
Here’s what I find when I search for “that’s data” on YouTube:
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Any comments you leave? That’s data.
Thanks to all who are here for this “that’s data” post, including YOU!
Yesterday, my journey included traveling to Newton, Massachusetts to sing protest songs at a demonstration, after which I bought shoes with the slogan “Embrace Your Journey.”
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While I was still smarting from a critical (but cleverly worded) comment about my appearance at a rally the week before …
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… I still managed to embrace the journey. And people at the Newton protest embraced me and my songs — they asked me to come back next week and also attend a demonstration in Needham. And one woman, who embraced me with a hug, asked if I did house concerts!
So maybe I’m not mercifully free of the ravages of talent. In any case, I’ll embrace the journey.
Please embrace your journey through the rest of my images for today.
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Here’s what I find when I search for “embrace your journey” on YouTube.
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Thanks to all who help me embrace my journey, including YOU.
telling everybody about the healing power of groups, and
taking photos of what I see around me.
I can’t stop, won’t stop posting videos of my performances even though I have — OMG! — only 18 subscribers to my YouTube channel. Here’s the latest video:
Can’t stop, won’t stop singing about triggers until all the worst triggers go away.
Can’t stop, won’t stop expressing gratitude to all who help me keep going every day, including YOU.
The place where I’m writing this blog matters, even though we’re leaving it this summer. Yesterday, I took care of legal matters in selling this place.
The law matters, every place.
My office — where people learn to recognize and reduce cognitive distortions — matters.
I placed that sign back up on my office wall yesterday, because those cognitive distortions matter. Does it matter that I’ve placed parentheses around the feelings caused by those all-too-common human and automatic thoughts?
Do these photos of other places matter?
The meals that Michael places on our plates matter, because they are SO delicious.
Your comments make this place matter much, much more.
Gratitude matters! That’s why I place it at the end of every post. Many thanks to all who help me place my daily blog on WordPress and — of course! — to you, for placing yourself here.
On September 11, 2016, I am remembering so much, including:
9/11/01, when I was in a park on a Tuesday with my three-year-old son Aaron, not knowing how I was going to explain to him what had just happened to our country.
Witnessing my now eighteen-year-old son Aaron going through intense security systems at Boston’s Logan Airport, yesterday, as he left our country for his college experience in Edinburgh, Scotland.
Yesterday, at a toll both outside of Logan Airport, I told the toll collector I had just sent my son off on a plane to college. She replied, with feeling, “He is missing you as much as you are missing him,” which I love remembering.
What are you remembering, here and now?
I am remembering to thank all who helped me create this post and you — of course! — for remembering to visit this blog, today.
