Although I’ve published many different posts, including Day 2358: A little bit different, Day 1930: Lucky to be different, Day 1835: Different ways to say things, Day 1762: Different parts, Day 1726: Different perspectives, Day 972: Intentionally Different, Day 689: Different styles, Day 690: Different styles (continued), and Day 453: Different languages (and dances), this post is different from all the other ones, just as each one of us is different from everybody else.
When I give a 5-minute talk at my college reunion on September 21, I’m going to stress how different I am, with this beginning:
Everybody our age remembers where they were and what they were doing on November 22, 1963. I’m different from the rest of you. I have no memories of that day, because I was having heart surgery to receive my first cardiac pacemaker.
Every time I rewrite that opening, it’s different, but the meaning remains the same.
This post is different because it has only three photos.
Today is going to be different because
- I’ll be facilitating a different version of my Coping and Healing groups for staff at the Primary Care Practice of the major Boston hospital where I work and
- each day is different from what we expect.
Last night, I asked my boyfriend Michael — who is different from everybody else — if he thought that staff group would go okay today. He said (in different words), “Why should this be different from every other time you’ve done this before?”
As always, I care about your different thoughts and feelings about this post.
There are many different ways to express gratitude to those who help me create this blog and to those who read it, and here are some of them: