Morning Peeps!
Sure is quiet here at the Cafe. Seems to be plenty of folks skulking around but not too many posting. If you get a chance, I'd sure appreciate some comments on a letter I'm taking in to my T today. It's in Sensitive Issues.
And speaking of Cafe... I'm thinking of taking myself out for pancakes this morning. I've got to drop the dogs off at the groomer and then I may just stop for a leisurely breakfast, me, myself, and I. I love eating solo at restaurants. I go in with my book or magazine or newspaper and spread out in a booth and order a Diet Coke (yes, even with pancakes) and just take my time. (Y'all must be getting familiar with my breakfast habits. Guess that's what I'm thinking about when I sit down to check in on the discussion boards.)
Anyway ... today, a special shout-out to (((turtle))) and (((Mudd))) and (((Starlight))). Thinking about you.
"I want pancakes! God, do you people understand every language except English? Yo quiero pancakes! Donnez moi pancakes! Click click bloody click pancakes!" ~Stewie Griffin (Family Guy)
"Every day is a good day to be alive, whether the sun's shining or not." ~Marty Robbins
Have a good day y'all!
Red Tomato
Hey RT... it's nice to see you so upbeat. I hope your Zumba goes well. I hate exercise and honestly have very little free time and when I do I'm too exhausted from work and childcare to do much of anything. I do know it would likely help my mild depression and horrible anxiety but I even get anxiety when I even think of exercise. It's the body connection... I'd rather ignore that I have one.
Wishing you a wonderful day
TN
Wishing you a wonderful day
TN
((((RT))))
You made me smile. Thanks!
You made me smile. Thanks!
Hi RT,
instead of my Zumba today I went for a coffee and doughnut. Fair swop I think!
instead of my Zumba today I went for a coffee and doughnut. Fair swop I think!
Hey RT
R u ok? I always read your posts. Is it a sad day today?
R u making pancakes? There was so much talk about them it made me hungry. Pdoc would b so happy if a ate some. Just might surprise him!!
I hope u have a good day. Post so we know you're ok. Ok?
Mudd
R u ok? I always read your posts. Is it a sad day today?
R u making pancakes? There was so much talk about them it made me hungry. Pdoc would b so happy if a ate some. Just might surprise him!!
I hope u have a good day. Post so we know you're ok. Ok?
Mudd
mourning peeps..
too much pain today. sorry
rt
too much pain today. sorry
rt
((((RT))))
I'm thinking about you and we'll be here anytime you want to check in.
I'm thinking about you and we'll be here anytime you want to check in.
we're here for you (((RT)))
A Very Early Morning Peeps -
And warm Mother's Day wishes to all. Be sure to read GreenEyes mother's day post. I think she says it just right.
http://psychcafe.ca/eve/forums...09181/m/435009888001
Today I'm going to share part of the eulogy I read at my mom's memorial tea party in March 2012.
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My mother was vibrant, strong, alive. She liked to quote the doctor who gave her an employment physical and said she was “Healthy as a horse!” And so, when she ended up in the hospital and stayed three weeks, getting sicker and sicker, it was unbelievable, shocking. It was so NOT my mother.
I truly expected my mom to outlive all of us. I always thought there would be time with her. I regret that I was so wrong. While she was in the hospital, after she’d been given the cancer diagnosis, she said to me, “Don’t wait to live your life. Do the things you want to do, now.”
Just the day before she was rushed to the emergency room, I’d picked up my sister from the airport, had my mother and her husband over for dinner, and then we all went to a concert. We were living the life my mother so enjoyed.
I remember growing up and hearing my grandmother tell stories about my mom. She told of the one time that my mom was really bad. She’d gotten an ice cream cone and bit the bottom off of it. The ice cream dripped all over her dress. That’s how bad she was. That was the worst story my grandmother could come up with. Mom was one of those people who you just thought of as “good.”
My step-father and I had been trying to talk Mom into replacing her old TV with a new, large, flat-panel television. She balked, didn’t want to buy something for herself when she had one that was perfectly good even though it was dated. But she didn’t mind giving money. I looked through her bank statement this month, and literally the last checks she wrote were to Greenpeace, World Wildlife Fund, PBS, The Botanical Garden, The Humane Society, Doctors Without Borders and UNICEF. That’s how good she was.
Mom liked to keep track of things. She kept journals and notes throughout most of her life. If one of us wondered what year we camped at Glacier National Park in Montana, she’d say, “Just a minute,” and she’d go downstairs to The Archives (as we called them) and she’d find the journal entry that read: June 18th, 1966. Sunny day. Dad made pancakes. Kids and I hiked to the glacier. Bread 29 cents, gas $2.35, postcards 7 cents.
In recent years, Mom had been going through her journals and slides and photographs. I’d get an email from her asking when I could come over because she had something to show me. I’d arrive and she’d have put together a slide show of her visit to Hampton Gardens in England which she’d been reminded of because of some book or PBS show she’d just watched.
She made little books for my sister and me – about our childhood or a trip we’d taken. One time she took care of my cats, and when I got home, she had put together a booklet of the vacation my cats had while I was gone.
She invited me to attend Tai Chi classes and together we “waved hands like clouds” and “repulsed the monkey.”
Once, Mom and I were talking about current events, social issues, politics, the war, and the environment. I asked her which she thought was the most important. She said, “Taking care of the earth, because if we don’t have that, none of the other things will matter.”
My mother took me to tea parties with her friends, and I learned that it was proper to take a small gift to the hostess. I remember one crazy present that Mom put together. It was a nylon stocking filled with home-grown vegetables. A cucumber in the foot with tomatoes and peppers filling up the leg. Funny, personal, thoughtful. Just like my mom.
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Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
And warm Mother's Day wishes to all. Be sure to read GreenEyes mother's day post. I think she says it just right.
http://psychcafe.ca/eve/forums...09181/m/435009888001
Today I'm going to share part of the eulogy I read at my mom's memorial tea party in March 2012.
*********************
My mother was vibrant, strong, alive. She liked to quote the doctor who gave her an employment physical and said she was “Healthy as a horse!” And so, when she ended up in the hospital and stayed three weeks, getting sicker and sicker, it was unbelievable, shocking. It was so NOT my mother.
I truly expected my mom to outlive all of us. I always thought there would be time with her. I regret that I was so wrong. While she was in the hospital, after she’d been given the cancer diagnosis, she said to me, “Don’t wait to live your life. Do the things you want to do, now.”
Just the day before she was rushed to the emergency room, I’d picked up my sister from the airport, had my mother and her husband over for dinner, and then we all went to a concert. We were living the life my mother so enjoyed.
I remember growing up and hearing my grandmother tell stories about my mom. She told of the one time that my mom was really bad. She’d gotten an ice cream cone and bit the bottom off of it. The ice cream dripped all over her dress. That’s how bad she was. That was the worst story my grandmother could come up with. Mom was one of those people who you just thought of as “good.”
My step-father and I had been trying to talk Mom into replacing her old TV with a new, large, flat-panel television. She balked, didn’t want to buy something for herself when she had one that was perfectly good even though it was dated. But she didn’t mind giving money. I looked through her bank statement this month, and literally the last checks she wrote were to Greenpeace, World Wildlife Fund, PBS, The Botanical Garden, The Humane Society, Doctors Without Borders and UNICEF. That’s how good she was.
Mom liked to keep track of things. She kept journals and notes throughout most of her life. If one of us wondered what year we camped at Glacier National Park in Montana, she’d say, “Just a minute,” and she’d go downstairs to The Archives (as we called them) and she’d find the journal entry that read: June 18th, 1966. Sunny day. Dad made pancakes. Kids and I hiked to the glacier. Bread 29 cents, gas $2.35, postcards 7 cents.
In recent years, Mom had been going through her journals and slides and photographs. I’d get an email from her asking when I could come over because she had something to show me. I’d arrive and she’d have put together a slide show of her visit to Hampton Gardens in England which she’d been reminded of because of some book or PBS show she’d just watched.
She made little books for my sister and me – about our childhood or a trip we’d taken. One time she took care of my cats, and when I got home, she had put together a booklet of the vacation my cats had while I was gone.
She invited me to attend Tai Chi classes and together we “waved hands like clouds” and “repulsed the monkey.”
Once, Mom and I were talking about current events, social issues, politics, the war, and the environment. I asked her which she thought was the most important. She said, “Taking care of the earth, because if we don’t have that, none of the other things will matter.”
My mother took me to tea parties with her friends, and I learned that it was proper to take a small gift to the hostess. I remember one crazy present that Mom put together. It was a nylon stocking filled with home-grown vegetables. A cucumber in the foot with tomatoes and peppers filling up the leg. Funny, personal, thoughtful. Just like my mom.
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Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
RT, 
That was lovely RT.
that was wonderful to read (((RT)))
it sounds like your Mom knew what the truly important things in life are. thanks for sharing
it sounds like your Mom knew what the truly important things in life are. thanks for sharing
G'morning Peeps -
I want to say thanks to all of you out in Cafe Land who have given me such wonderful support over the last several days. Last week was the worst week I've had since my mother died last year. I don't think I would have gotten through it all without you guys. Not that I'm through it, but I'm still here. So hugs to...
(((((EVERYBODY)))))
And special shout-outs to True North and Addy for seeing me through the darkest moments. Graci.
This week I want to be mindful of courage and vulnerability - for tomorrow I see T. I know it ain't gonna be easy.
"Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen." ~Brené Brown
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
I want to say thanks to all of you out in Cafe Land who have given me such wonderful support over the last several days. Last week was the worst week I've had since my mother died last year. I don't think I would have gotten through it all without you guys. Not that I'm through it, but I'm still here. So hugs to...
(((((EVERYBODY)))))
And special shout-outs to True North and Addy for seeing me through the darkest moments. Graci.
This week I want to be mindful of courage and vulnerability - for tomorrow I see T. I know it ain't gonna be easy.
"Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen." ~Brené Brown
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
(((((RT)))))
She sounds like one special person. That was touching to read.
She sounds like one special person. That was touching to read.
quote:Originally posted by RedTomato:
G'morning Peeps -
Not that I'm through it, but I'm still here.
Red Tomato
(((RT))) You're still here, and that's a "win"! Wishing you COURAGE for tomorrow...
RabbitEars
RT,
That was so beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us.
That was so beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Morning Peeps -
It's T Day! And so begins the difficult termination process. I've told myself I will commit to four sessions. That's not written in stone, but it's a goal (to tolerate it that long). I am SO bummed about having to do this. Plus, I argued on the phone with her over the weekend and called her a liar. (I think she is.) Then I crossed a boundary I shouldn't have. I'm afraid I may show up for my appointment, and T will tell she's through with me, and her door is no longer open.
"I found that the more truthful and vulnerable I was, the more empowering it was for me." ~Alanis Morissette
I sure hope this is true! Send courageous energy! I'll need it.
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
It's T Day! And so begins the difficult termination process. I've told myself I will commit to four sessions. That's not written in stone, but it's a goal (to tolerate it that long). I am SO bummed about having to do this. Plus, I argued on the phone with her over the weekend and called her a liar. (I think she is.) Then I crossed a boundary I shouldn't have. I'm afraid I may show up for my appointment, and T will tell she's through with me, and her door is no longer open.
"I found that the more truthful and vulnerable I was, the more empowering it was for me." ~Alanis Morissette
I sure hope this is true! Send courageous energy! I'll need it.
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
good luck RT! i think you are courageous!
i think it will be extremely spiteful of her if she says that for whatever boundary you think you crossed.
hugs and good luck!
puppet
i think it will be extremely spiteful of her if she says that for whatever boundary you think you crossed.
hugs and good luck!
puppet
(((((RT)))))
Sending positive thoughts.
Sending positive thoughts.
Morning Peeps!
Grrrr... I am feeling cranky this morning. D. Dog (and that's not "Dear") had me up three times last night to go outside. Then at 5:30 this morning, she was crying for breakfast - which, of course, got the other two dogs riled up. I had prepared their food bowls last night and placed them in the microwave. I think the little rascal could smell the kibble and it was driving her nuts. Just as she is driving me.
Then I remember I need to weigh myself this morning. Two pounds up from acceptable, but two pounds down from previous weighing. WTH. I crack open the pizza box from last night and slip out two pieces of cold mushroom pizza. And, with a bottle of diet coke and a handful of morning medications, wash away the crankiness. Well, more like drown them in cholesterol, caffeine and buproprion.
Maybe I should go back to bed.
"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"
"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"
"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.”
― A.A. Milne
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
Grrrr... I am feeling cranky this morning. D. Dog (and that's not "Dear") had me up three times last night to go outside. Then at 5:30 this morning, she was crying for breakfast - which, of course, got the other two dogs riled up. I had prepared their food bowls last night and placed them in the microwave. I think the little rascal could smell the kibble and it was driving her nuts. Just as she is driving me.
Then I remember I need to weigh myself this morning. Two pounds up from acceptable, but two pounds down from previous weighing. WTH. I crack open the pizza box from last night and slip out two pieces of cold mushroom pizza. And, with a bottle of diet coke and a handful of morning medications, wash away the crankiness. Well, more like drown them in cholesterol, caffeine and buproprion.
Maybe I should go back to bed.
"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"
"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"
"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.”
― A.A. Milne
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
Hey RT,
Great news that you are down two pounds from where you were on last weigh-in.
Great news that you are down two pounds from where you were on last weigh-in.
And, speaking of tomatoes, I think my grape vine is producing grapes! I planted it two summers ago and it has only produced leaves since. Very excited!
Morning Peeps!
It's rainy here this morning, so you know what that means! Paperwork! Ug. I got a new (used) file cabinet and a smaller desk and now need to compress 8 file drawers into 6. I've got a shredder and one of those big paper yard waste bags which I always use since they are biodegradable. I'm making confetti like nobody's business, and I'm thinking about asking the neighbor kids to come over with their crayons to color each little scrap. Rainbow confetti - what fun!
And you know what else? I've decided that today is a good day to stop smoking. Yes, indeed. Now, I, personally, don't smoke. But if YOU are sitting there reading this with a ciggy in your hand... put it out! Thank-you. I feel so much better already!
"I would be very proud to have influenced anyone that I know or don't know to quit smoking." ~Christy Turlington
"I'm more proud of quitting smoking than of anything else I've done in my life, including winning an Oscar." ~Christine Lahti
Let's all be proud!
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
It's rainy here this morning, so you know what that means! Paperwork! Ug. I got a new (used) file cabinet and a smaller desk and now need to compress 8 file drawers into 6. I've got a shredder and one of those big paper yard waste bags which I always use since they are biodegradable. I'm making confetti like nobody's business, and I'm thinking about asking the neighbor kids to come over with their crayons to color each little scrap. Rainbow confetti - what fun!
And you know what else? I've decided that today is a good day to stop smoking. Yes, indeed. Now, I, personally, don't smoke. But if YOU are sitting there reading this with a ciggy in your hand... put it out! Thank-you. I feel so much better already!
"I would be very proud to have influenced anyone that I know or don't know to quit smoking." ~Christy Turlington
"I'm more proud of quitting smoking than of anything else I've done in my life, including winning an Oscar." ~Christine Lahti
Let's all be proud!
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
P.S. - Day 3 of left-over cold mushroom pizza and it's tasting pretty cardboardy this morning.
rt
rt
Eewwww RT throw that out!
Ooohhhh a smoke!! Haven't had one in wks!!! Now I have a craving. Yummmmmm
Ooohhhh a smoke!! Haven't had one in wks!!! Now I have a craving. Yummmmmm
Morning Peeps!
Boy, have I got something to get off my chest this morning! The DDog to start with! He likes to be nose to nose, so he lays his 17 pounds across my chest, legs stretched back long, and then licks the tip of my nose. Does this mean it's time to get out of bed? Perhaps.
This is the dog, thank-you-very-much, that we rescued a few summers ago from a neglectful divorce situation. Seems that he was the wife's dog, but she divorced hubby and couldn't take the dog when she left. So mean-old-hubby tied the little guy outside. This was the summer when it was 110 degrees in the shade for like three weeks. Poor little dog was skin and bones.
How is it that I end up with said dog? Well... my sweetie's work husband's wife's sister's neighbor... lived next to the dog. Now, sweetie's work husband's wife knew that me and my sweets are suckers for a sad dog story, and when sweetie came home to tell me about it, I said we'd foster the dog and get him a new home. Right.
The DDog has urinary problems! Apparently his breed is prone to them, and with the neglect, we think his problems were exacerbated. Bottom line? NOBODY WANTS A DOG WITH URINARY PROBLEMS. It's a real good thing that DDog is sooo sweet and loyal, because otherwise he'd be... Well, crap! I wouldn't have the heart to take even a crummy dog to the pound. But I don't let him know this. And on those days when I'm on my knees wiping up yet another pee spot, I yell at him, "I'm going to have you made into dog meat!"
Then he comes up to me and puts his furry little cheek next to mine as if to say, "Thanks, Mom. I love you too."
"Perhaps one central reason for loving dogs is that they take us away from this obsession with ourselves. When our thoughts start to go in circles, and we seem unable to break away, wondering what horrible event the future holds for us, the dog opens a window into the delight of the moment." ~Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson, in "Dogs Never Lie About Love: Reflections on the Emotional World of Dogs"
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
Boy, have I got something to get off my chest this morning! The DDog to start with! He likes to be nose to nose, so he lays his 17 pounds across my chest, legs stretched back long, and then licks the tip of my nose. Does this mean it's time to get out of bed? Perhaps.
This is the dog, thank-you-very-much, that we rescued a few summers ago from a neglectful divorce situation. Seems that he was the wife's dog, but she divorced hubby and couldn't take the dog when she left. So mean-old-hubby tied the little guy outside. This was the summer when it was 110 degrees in the shade for like three weeks. Poor little dog was skin and bones.
How is it that I end up with said dog? Well... my sweetie's work husband's wife's sister's neighbor... lived next to the dog. Now, sweetie's work husband's wife knew that me and my sweets are suckers for a sad dog story, and when sweetie came home to tell me about it, I said we'd foster the dog and get him a new home. Right.
The DDog has urinary problems! Apparently his breed is prone to them, and with the neglect, we think his problems were exacerbated. Bottom line? NOBODY WANTS A DOG WITH URINARY PROBLEMS. It's a real good thing that DDog is sooo sweet and loyal, because otherwise he'd be... Well, crap! I wouldn't have the heart to take even a crummy dog to the pound. But I don't let him know this. And on those days when I'm on my knees wiping up yet another pee spot, I yell at him, "I'm going to have you made into dog meat!"
Then he comes up to me and puts his furry little cheek next to mine as if to say, "Thanks, Mom. I love you too."
"Perhaps one central reason for loving dogs is that they take us away from this obsession with ourselves. When our thoughts start to go in circles, and we seem unable to break away, wondering what horrible event the future holds for us, the dog opens a window into the delight of the moment." ~Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson, in "Dogs Never Lie About Love: Reflections on the Emotional World of Dogs"
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
Morning Peeps!
Slept in this morning. (Well, after letting the dog out at 4:30a and then trying to go back to sleep. And then feeding the dogs at 5:15a because they wouldn't go back to sleep. And then sweetie gets up at 6:00a and I'm thinking - if you were going to get up so early, you could've handled the dogs!) But, eventually back to a dozy state.
I'm going to have to be quick with this, because my sweet one called from her yoga class and said, "Honeeeeeeeeeeey. Would you please bring me a pair of shoes?" She went to class in her slippers! LOL Reminds me of the time that I wore two different shoes to work. I didn't realize it until someone in the elevator looked down at my shoes and commented on it. Boy was I embarrassed. Different socks is one thing - but two different shoes?
"Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world." ~Marilyn Monroe
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
Slept in this morning. (Well, after letting the dog out at 4:30a and then trying to go back to sleep. And then feeding the dogs at 5:15a because they wouldn't go back to sleep. And then sweetie gets up at 6:00a and I'm thinking - if you were going to get up so early, you could've handled the dogs!) But, eventually back to a dozy state.
I'm going to have to be quick with this, because my sweet one called from her yoga class and said, "Honeeeeeeeeeeey. Would you please bring me a pair of shoes?" She went to class in her slippers! LOL Reminds me of the time that I wore two different shoes to work. I didn't realize it until someone in the elevator looked down at my shoes and commented on it. Boy was I embarrassed. Different socks is one thing - but two different shoes?
"Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world." ~Marilyn Monroe
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
No more dishing by this Tomato.
Not one peep.
G'nite y'all
Red Tomato
Not one peep.
G'nite y'all
Red Tomato
hey RT!
i'm checking in on you too... hope you're ok. a lot of your posts seem to have disappeared, but thats ok, it happens... really liked your dog stories too
hello popps
puppet
i'm checking in on you too... hope you're ok. a lot of your posts seem to have disappeared, but thats ok, it happens... really liked your dog stories too
hello popps
puppet
Hi RT
I need my daily fix from you! I always like reading ur posts. So much I can relate to. Hope ur well.
Muddy
I need my daily fix from you! I always like reading ur posts. So much I can relate to. Hope ur well.
Muddy
RT,
I have never noticed you being blunt, triggering or anything of the kind.
We are all different and there is room for everyone.
SD
I have never noticed you being blunt, triggering or anything of the kind.
We are all different and there is room for everyone.
SD
Hi RT,
I always like your posts!
Don't disappear please.
I think you have contributed a lot and in a very positive way. Maybe we just have to accept that some people here are very sensitive, due to their own circumstances.
But I feel as Poppet has said that if people post and ask others for input, they should accept it in the spirit it is given, evenif they choose not to follow it.
I look out for your threads and will ontinue to do so, pleasae don't disappoint me!
I always like your posts!
Don't disappear please.
I think you have contributed a lot and in a very positive way. Maybe we just have to accept that some people here are very sensitive, due to their own circumstances.
But I feel as Poppet has said that if people post and ask others for input, they should accept it in the spirit it is given, evenif they choose not to follow it.
I look out for your threads and will ontinue to do so, pleasae don't disappoint me!
I think we're all adults here...
hmmm...yes, i agree. i am bored to death with FB because it is SO impersonal! this place is WONDERFUL for the simple reason you state: people are vulnerable at any given time and it is beautiful, because it's everybody being REAL, which you don't always get in the "real" world.
if i may be so bold, it seems like you're holding yourself up to a higher standard. it is fairly obvious ... okay, it's pretty damn obvious that you have alot of exerience and knowledge in the mental health field, and i think people in general appreciate what you have to offer when you offer it. the part that concerns me is the part where you want to "always be in the positive". sounds kind of like the way we behave in the "real" world. we're not here to judge. sometimes we're not feeling so positive, and that's totally okay and acceptable. we're here to help each other, which means we're all vulnerable at some point, which keeps psych cafe beautiful (freudian slip: i originally typed "psych care" 
).
i do think that it's cool to consider others feelings. at the same time, it seems to me as though certain people could block you or avoid reading what you write. and yet again at the same time, kudos to them for confronting you for being what they consider blunt. you see, it's all good here. it just depends on how you look at it. you seem really open-minded, RT, and willing and desirous (is that a real word?) of working through stuff with people in order to keep everyone at least reasonably agreeable.
glad to see you're planning on hanging around and working at changing for the better (((RT)))
if i may be so bold, it seems like you're holding yourself up to a higher standard. it is fairly obvious ... okay, it's pretty damn obvious
that you have alot of exerience and knowledge in the mental health field, and i think people in general appreciate what you have to offer when you offer it. the part that concerns me is the part where you want to "always be in the positive". sounds kind of like the way we behave in the "real" world. we're not here to judge. sometimes we're not feeling so positive, and that's totally okay and acceptable. we're here to help each other, which means we're all vulnerable at some point, which keeps psych cafe beautiful (freudian slip: i originally typed "psych care" ). i do think that it's cool to consider others feelings. at the same time, it seems to me as though certain people could block you or avoid reading what you write. and yet again at the same time, kudos to them for confronting you for being what they consider blunt. you see, it's all good here. it just depends on how you look at it. you seem really open-minded, RT, and willing and desirous (is that a real word?) of working through stuff with people in order to keep everyone at least reasonably agreeable.
glad to see you're planning on hanging around and working at changing for the better (((RT)))
can i just add one other thing? i don't mean to imply by a long shot that you have eluded vulnerability here, RT. i'm using that as an example to help promote what happens on psych cafe. you HAVE made yourself vulnerable here, and that's a huge trademark for what makes this place so successful and useful and comforting. i hope that makes sense.
RT!!!!
I need my fix.
Where art thou??
I need my fix.
Where art thou??
Morning Peeps -
This one's for you, Mudd, as you seem to be my most loyal follower. Thank-you.
My lesson from the week: when life gives you dirt, make mud pies.
And try to remember what fun that was as a child. Adding berries picked from bushes that your mom told you never to eat from as the fruit was poisonous - but oh so delicious in mud pies. Making a top crust with leaves pressed into the gooey mud. Maybe even adding a decorative swirl of rocks. Of course, the pies baked in the hot sun, eventually cracking, then perhaps picked up and smashed on the ground, broken into dirt clods that were great for throwing into the creek and at the tree and over the shed.
"I think sometimes all you need is to hear someone else say the same thing that you're going through to realize that you're not alone. I try to put some sense of hope into the songs, into whatever the situation is so that it's not just dirt, drudgery and a life of misery." ~Sarah McLachlan
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
This one's for you, Mudd, as you seem to be my most loyal follower. Thank-you.
My lesson from the week: when life gives you dirt, make mud pies.
And try to remember what fun that was as a child. Adding berries picked from bushes that your mom told you never to eat from as the fruit was poisonous - but oh so delicious in mud pies. Making a top crust with leaves pressed into the gooey mud. Maybe even adding a decorative swirl of rocks. Of course, the pies baked in the hot sun, eventually cracking, then perhaps picked up and smashed on the ground, broken into dirt clods that were great for throwing into the creek and at the tree and over the shed.
"I think sometimes all you need is to hear someone else say the same thing that you're going through to realize that you're not alone. I try to put some sense of hope into the songs, into whatever the situation is so that it's not just dirt, drudgery and a life of misery." ~Sarah McLachlan
Have a good day, y'all.
Red Tomato
Thanks RT I remember those days well...& my sister coming along & smashing them too.
I used to tuck them into the back of my big wheel when I traveled to my next adventure.
Thanks for the stroll