“Someday…I’m going to be a CEO.”

“Someday…I’ll be surrounded by children.”

“Someday…I will hold political office.”

“Someday…I’ll retire and have lots of Happy Hours.”

What was your dream? Mine was to be editor of a national magazine. You see how I’ve achieved that (I’m being sarcastic).

Recently, I went to see a play in my new home city. This was pretty exciting! The play was terrific—Chasing Rainbows by Bob Powers. I highly recommend it if it comes to your town. But never mind that. This is about something else.

We all feel different. We don’t conform. We are too tall, too short, our hair is too thin. Or, conversely, we are so attractive that it brings the wrong kind of attention. And few people look further than what’s on the outside.

I don’t want to sound like Pollyanna here, but the trees are still swaying in the breeze, the birds are still singing, people are still drinking coffee and chatting. There’s a pandemic, to be sure, and I hope you’re taking precautions, but there’s a lot you can still do. Nature walks, or rides in a wheelchair, are just as wonderful as ever, if not more so, since you’ve had a close call with death. There’s nothing stopping you from grabbing a pair of binoculars and going birding. Have you tried taking up painting, making pots, sculpting?

There’s an old Woody Allen joke about wanting to join a club that wouldn’t have you as a member. Guess what? You just did!