As the days get darker, shall we look at the dark side?














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Here’s what I find when I look for the dark side on YouTube.
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Thanks to all who help me deal with the dark side, including YOU!

As the days get darker, shall we look at the dark side?














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Here’s what I find when I look for the dark side on YouTube.
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Thanks to all who help me deal with the dark side, including YOU!

One of my hang ups is thinking about my and other people’s hang-ups, so when I saw this yesterday on my way to work …

… I thought, “Tomorrow’s blog topic is hang ups!”
The internet, which is a hang-up for many of us, includes these definitions of hang-up:
hang-up (hăng′ŭp′)
n. Informal
1. A psychological or emotional difficulty or inhibition.
2. An obstacle to smooth progress or development.
American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fifth Edition. Copyright © 2016 by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. Published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. All rights reserved.hang′-up` or hang′up`,
n. Slang.
1. a preoccupation, fixation, or psychological block; complex.
2. a source of annoying difficulty or burden.
[1955–60]
Random House Kernerman Webster’s College Dictionary, © 2010 K Dictionaries Ltd. Copyright 2005, 1997, 1991 by Random House, Inc. All rights reserved.
Noun 1. hang-up – an emotional preoccupation
preoccupation – an idea that preoccupies the mind and holds the attention2. hang-up – an unforeseen obstacle
hang-up – an unforeseen obstacle
rub, hitch, snag
obstacle, obstruction – something immaterial that stands in the way and must be circumvented or surmounted; “lack of imagination is an obstacle to one’s advancement”; “the poverty of a district is an obstacle to good education”; “the filibuster was a major obstruction to the success of their plan”
Based on WordNet 3.0, Farlex clipart collection. © 2003-2012 Princeton University, Farlex Inc.
I don’t want to get too hung up on presenting definitions and synonyms of “hang-up,” so here’s a list of hang ups that preoccupy me and others, these days:
Do you see hang ups in my other photos from yesterday?














I am very hung up on Michael’s cooking.
I’ve been hung up on the group Buffalo Springfield for decades.
The original and the cover version of “Hung Upside Down” are hanging up here and here on YouTube.
What are your hang-ups? Any hang ups about sharing them in a comment, below?
Here’s an expression of gratitude hanging up in my office:

A big thank you to all who help me create these daily blog posts, including YOU.
How to make yourself miserable? Here are some suggestions:

I hope none of my other photos make you miserable, here and now.





















Here‘s 7 Ways to Maximize Misery:
Here‘s Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths.
Heaven knows I’m not miserable now that I’ve written today’s daily blog. Thanks to all who helped me create this post and — of course! — to YOU.

Yesterday, when people were putting themselves out there in a group therapy session, I put this out there on a white board in the group room:

What happens when you put yourself out there? What out there gets in the way of your putting yourself out there more?
Tonight, I’ll be putting myself out there at an Open Mic, as I debut my latest original song, “What are other people thinking about you?” I’ll be putting a keyboard out there on the stage and putting, myself, out another blog post tomorrow with a recording of that performance.
Empathy involves putting ourselves out there into other people’s shoes. What happens when I put these photos out there?











I’m putting myself out there to share that in yesterday’s therapy group, we talked about shoulds and transforming unhelpful shoulds like “I should exercise more” into “I could exercise more and I choose to do other things to sustain myself until I feel ready to exercise.”
I’m putting “Putting Yourself Out There” from the movie Eighth Grade out here in this post:
I’m putting myself out there to state that Eighth Grade deserved some Oscar nominations, instead of receiving none, which makes me very put out.
Please consider putting yourself out there in a comment, below.
As usual, I’m putting gratitude out there, for all who helped me put out this post and — of course! — YOU, for putting up with me.

Obviously, sometimes people are going to say things you obviously don’t want to hear.
Yesterday, somebody in therapy was obviously perturbed about people expressing unsolicited and often indirect opinions about what they obviously thought she should do.
Obviously, we made a list of how she could reply.

Obviously, having a list of possible replies to upsetting comments can help reduce stress.
Obviously, I like to take photos and share them with my readers.







What’s obvious about those photos, to you?
Obviously, my handwriting is difficult to read, so it might not be obvious that we talked, wrote, and drew about dreams in a therapy group yesterday. Obviously, it would be helpful if I typed what I wrote.
DREAMS
When I was a child, I had a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. It was so beautiful and soothing and cool. Magical land with lots of colors — pastels. (I was) walking or riding down a road. Not like nature, not “normal” but safe and sweet and lovely. Trees and structures …
I was never able to dream that again.
However, many years later I was at Disney World on a ride about imagination and one of the parts of the ride looked like my dream.
Obviously, I enjoyed that ride at Disney World.
Obviously, “The Obvious Child” by Paul Simon is a great song to include here.
Obviously, I’d like to know your reactions to this post
Obviously, I gather and share gratitude in this blog, even if the words aren’t always completely obvious.


In order for me to generate a daily supply of blog posts, I need inspiration from what I see around me.

Apparently, nobody needs supplies there. However, I need supplies of
What supplies do you need?
Here’s a supply of more photos, which I need to share:




I also need a yearly supply of “So You Think You Can Dance,” which I choose to attend in Boston this evening. Lex, the winner of this year’s competition, has an amazing supply of incredible moves (seen here and here on YouTube):
I also need a daily supply of comments from my readers.
Finally, I have an endless supply of gratitude for the supplies I’ve been given and — of course! — for you.

“Piece of Cake” is an idiom that means “easy.” I’ve never understood where that idiom comes from, since making a cake isn’t easy (although eating one is).
Want an explanation about the title of today’s post? Piece of cake.
Taking photos like those is a piece of cake for me (although sharing them with you isn’t).
Hungry for some quotes about cake? Piece of cake!
“Love is like a good cake; you never know when it’s coming, but you’d better eat it when it does!”
― C. JoyBell C..
“I suppose I wanted to have my cake and eat it.
But then again, what were you going to do with your cake if not eat it?
Frame it?
Use it as a sachet in your underwear drawer?”
― Marian Keyes, Watermelon.
“SITTING TIGHT? Holing up? Waiting for answers?
Those are things I’m not good at.
Planning a massive attack against mechanical geeky-like things when i was already furious and itching to kill something?
Piece o’cake”
― James Patterson, Max.
If you wait for a cake to be given to you so you will be happy- then you will be happy when someone gives you a cake. But if you buy a cake (or bake one) for yourself so you will be happy, you have found the way of happiness.”
― C. JoyBell C.
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Mma Ramotswe sighed. ‘We are all tempted, Mma. We are all tempted when it comes to cake.’
That is true,’ said Mma Potokwane sadly. ‘There are many temptations in this life, but cake is probably one of the biggest of them.”
― Alexander McCall Smith, In the Company of Cheerful Ladies.
“It baffles me that people think that obliterating the past will save them from its consequences, as if throwing away the empty cake plate would help you lose weight.”
― Timothy B. Tyson, Blood Done Sign My Name: A True Story
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“Out of love I made you a cake. Also out of milk, eggs, flour, sugar, and vanilla.”
― Jarod Kintz, The Days of Yay are Here! Wake Me Up When They’re Over..
“You never know. Say the arena’s actually a giant cake-”
“Say we move on,” I broke in.
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games.
“I tried to explain as much as I could,” Poppet says. “I think I made an analogy about cake.”
“Well, that must have worked,” Widget says. “Who doesn’t like a good cake analogy?”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus.
Deciding what music to feature in today’s post? Piece of Cake!
It’s a piece of cake to find Cake’s “Symphony in C” on YouTube.
What piece of cake do you like best in this post?
Piece-of-cake thanks to all the amazing cakes, people, and one cat contributing to the baking of today’s post and to you — of course! — for being the icing on the cake, today.
This morning, I am posing questions about where I am in my life, right now.
I have enough expertise and skill to be a published author. Why haven’t I made that happen, so far in my life?
What’s gotten in the way of that?
Here are some things I can think of:
Where was I?
Oh, yes. I was asking the question:
Why haven’t I published anything, so far in my life?
Oh, I wanted to state the obvious, at this point. I’m not counting what I’ve published here, at WordPress. Because if I did, I’ve published almost 300 times.
I’m discounting that.
Hmmmm. I’m wondering if I’m discounting anything else?
Because, recent data suggests that I can forget things that I’ve done. By “recent data,” I am referring to my blog post, two days ago, where I forgot that I had actually taken a photo of Carl Yastrzemski, when I was at the 1st game of the World Series, at Boston’s Friendly Fenway Park.
So, let’s see. have I published anything, outside of these blog posts?
Hmmm. I guess you could say I have.
About 20 years ago, when I was in Social Work school, I wrote a paper about how people with disabilities were portrayed in the media. I interviewed people from a local chapter of (I believe) the National Spinal Cord Injury Association, and they asked if they could publish a version of my paper in their national publication. Which they did.
And in years past, if you Googled my name, that article appeared. But I can’t find it now, to check my facts (and support my bragging).
So maybe I’ll see if I can find that article, later.
But in the meantime, it’s a beautiful day!
Which means, I would like to wrap this post up.
Before I do, here’s what feels left undone.
I want to ask myself another question:
Do I WANT to publish (or do I just think I SHOULD publish)? (Psssst! The word “should” can indicate a cognitive distortion.)
Hold on, I’m thinking ….
Here’s the answer.
I do want to publish, if it’s something:
So what might that topic be?
I’m interested in communication of all kinds, verbal and nonverbal. Maybe I should write a paper on something like this:
The people in the following image (from a national TV broadcast) are having an experience that most would consider joyful:
That is, they are attending a World Series Game, where their home team is leading by a score of 8-1, one strike away from victory. What emotions are they communicating, non-verbally? What are the factors influencing those non-verbal communications, from the stand-point of those sending AND receiving the communications?
That’s definitely an interesting topic.
However, I can think of another topic, that’s probably a better fit for the two criteria I listed above: The therapy groups that I have created and facilitate, where I work.
So I would like to take steps to publish, about those.
One last thing, before I end this post: I believe it helps, once you have identified a goal, to make a commitment for action, ideally witnessed by others.
Therefore, I hereby commit, to my group of WordPress readers, that I will take a measurable step, by the end of this year, to publish about those therapy groups.
Okay!
Thanks to Dan Shaughnessy (the author of “One Strike Away: The Story of the 1986 Red Sox”), thatcutesite.com, baby wolves (and other distractions), the National Spinal Cord Injury Association, verbal and non-verbal communicators everywhere, and to you — of course! — for witnessing today.