<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>I’m not Bill. I don’t have a lot of money, like Bill, and I’m certainly not thin, like Bill. So why compare?<\/p>\n

This is Diane.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Diane was just woken up by a horrible dream, where her beloved dog Boris, a beagle\/pitbull mix, disappeared in a big park with lots of hills and lots of other dogs and people after Diane had let him off the leash.<\/span><\/p>\n

(Diane does not have a dog named Boris, though in her childhood, she did have beagle named Bella.)<\/span><\/p>\n

Anyhow, Diane feels just awful about her dream dog running off… but then wonders: maybe Boris wasn\u2019t happy. Maybe Boris needed new experiences. Maybe Boris wasn\u2019t living the life he was meant to be living.<\/span><\/p>\n

Which made Diane think, \u201cMaybe I\u2019m Boris.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Diane worries every day that she is not living the life she was meant to be living, that her greatest gifts are going untapped. And that\u2019s a shame. Diane know she was blessed with some pretty terrific gifts.<\/span><\/p>\n

Diane is concerned at how fast time is going, and that the changes that need to be made — only she can make them. But she has a difficult time seeing clearly what is the best change to make first.<\/span><\/p>\n

Diane sees friends share happy photos of their families or their creative accomplishments on Social Media and wonders, \u201cHow did I get to where I am now, so far from where I ever wanted to be?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

But then Diane remember it\u2019s only Social Media, where, like in dreams, things are only sort of as they appear.<\/span><\/p>\n

Like this photo of Diane. It\u2019s her, but it was taken a very long time ago. Same eyes, same brain, same spirit… but a lot has changed since the taking of this picture.<\/span><\/p>\n

Diane pours herself some coffee. She would love nothing more than to remain right here, and explore these thoughts, and hope for some clarity and insight into where Boris — or rather, Diane — would like to run to, if she were let off the leash that tethers her to current obligations and fears.<\/span><\/p>\n

But she can\u2019t, for it is time to walk her real dog, Picard, and read a chapter for school before leaving for her corporate job.<\/span><\/p>\n

Be like Diane. Or don\u2019t be like Diane. It\u2019s your choice. You could do better, you could do worse.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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