In my therapy groups, after I write on the board the themes and topics I hear in the room, I say, “I miss a lot of things,” because
- I’m inviting people to make sure that everything that’s important to them is listed on the board and
- I miss a lot of things.
I miss a lot of things because my imperfect mind is incapable of noticing and retaining everything that happens around me.
I also miss a lot of things because, no matter what we do, people leave and things change.
Do I miss a lot of things, here and now?
I miss:
- my late parents,
- our previous President,
- people I used to work with,
- some of my classmates, and
- living near the ocean, as I did when I was a child.
Do you miss a lot of things?
I miss a lot of things when I take pictures. Here’s the latest batch:
Did you miss the bunny kisses? The soap, in two photos? The glue? The misplaced meal? My new custom-made t-shirt? Boston? Something I brought home from a hotel in Edinburgh? Two cartoons I missed when I first published this post an hour ago? If you missed those things, look again.
I miss a lot of things, but today I’m not missing music …
… and I’m not missing the opportunity to thank those who helped me create this post and to thank YOU.
