I am beginning a new project this week. A huge challenging task of putting myself in a 16-year-old girl’s head with nothing—no mom. No relatives because her given name was purposefully changed to mask any tie to her wild family. She’s not even wanted by a foster care family—all because of an odd and special gift no one gets.

Then I start to think about odd and special gifts. We all have something great about us. My old boss had double jointed fingers and elbows. My husband’s dad can stay calm through just about anything—he also has one of the best whistles I’ve ever heard. One of my girlfriend’s can sing lovely like a bird. My husband can dance. My brother can master any sport he tries, and me? I have my dreams and my words.

It’s really great to think how we all have something special and different about us. So when you feel sad, think of something wonderful, just about you.

So that’s my wistful Wednesday. Just a track of thoughts leading me to another really great thought.