It’s good that I noticed that my first two photos from yesterday have good in them.
Do you see the good there, my good people? Do you see the good in other people? Do you see more good than bad?
I guess I see more good than bad: I’ve written 41 posts here with the word “Good” in the title (starting with Day 3: The Fear of Feeling Too Good) and I’ve written 14 posts with the word “Bad” in the title (starting with Day 263: Bad Day/Good Day, which has good in it, too).
Do you see the good in the other photos here?
A good friend texted me that good drawing, above, with this good caption: “Got your back.”
It’s always good to end with thanks. Thanks to all who help me create all my good posts, including this one, and to you — of course! — for being good enough to be here, now.
If you can’t find the good now, you probably find it later.
Now that we’ve gotten the good wisdom in this good post out of the way (whether or not we were looking for it), let’s look for the good in some photos I snapped yesterday:
I took this first good photo when I was on my way to the talk I gave yesterday about my therapy groups to staff at the Massachusetts Department of Mental Health. I was looking for something good and familiar to bring with me into the unfamiliar room, and I found Van.
Next, I focused on the Ness-ness in that sign, which reminded me of my trip today to Scotland (home of Loch Ness). That was also good for my pre-presentation jitters.
Then, I could easily find the double dose of good in this good sign:
When I looked for the good in this:
I found it in the ChickPea.
That building holds good memories for at least one of my good readers.
When the person who was meeting me in the lobby of Massachusetts Mental Health Center (where I was giving my good presentation) texted me that she was running late, I found the good in that by eating this good-for-me lunch.
That good sign was on one of the good doors of the good conference room where I gave my good talk. I saw it after my good demonstration of how my good therapy groups do their good work.
My good eyes saw this good statue in the good Longwood Medical area of the good city of Boston.
I took this good photo a good minute after I snapped the previous good one. Do you see any good in that?
That’s the first line of the good group exercise I did with the good people at Massachusetts Mental Health Center. Because my handwriting isn’t very good, it says, “What is your personal experience of making yourself vulnerable?” I think that exercise did some good, for everybody there.
Somebody has left a perfectly good stethoscope on the floor. How can that do anybody any good?
The nurses where I work have apparently received an award. I knew they were good, but I didn’t know they were THAT good.
That sign is trying to do some good for dirty cars.
I will leave it to my good readers to find the good in the rest of these photos:
If anything in this post is NOT good, it’s good that I know — on this good day — that people will forgive me, out of the goodness of their hearts.
How might you find the good around you, here and now?