Don’t know why:
- I spend any time at all worrying about the future, because life is too short for worry AND I work so hard at inviting other people to let go of worry.
- I’ve stayed in the Boston area for my entire 62-year life, despite my discomfort with the snowy, cold, and way-too-long winters.
- I forgot to bring my Identification and access card with me to work yesterday, on my first day back after corrective surgery for my very unusual heart.
- Sometimes, people express gratitude easily and, at other times, it’s a struggle to find the words.
- Tulips are so beautiful, but last for such a short amount of time.
- I never noticed — until my friend Peggy pointed this out to me last week — that some pansies have faces and others don’t.
- I see faces in many other places.
- People seem so interested in actual sizes.
- I made the decision, last night, to distract myself from worry about the 3-hour presentation I’m giving on my psychotherapy groups on June 6 by signing up to audition on June 9 for a local production of Stephen Sondheim’s Follies, even though I haven’t tried out for a musical in over 30 years.
- I keep doing things that scare the living daylights out of me (except it sure does make life a whole lot more interesting).
- Trash day around here reminds me of what I’d like to permanently throw away, including fears, past hurts, disappointments, regrets, worries, shame, and other things that do not serve me well.
- These trees need this kind of protection.
- I’m having more trouble sleeping these days.
- I keep posting music by Pat Metheny on this blog, including this live version of “Don’t Know Why.”
Do know why I want to thank Pat Metheny, Stephen Sondheim, Peggy, flowers, trees, and you, today: for making my life better.