Author: Sheri Denkensohn-Trott
You are probably thinking that I’m going 
to write about something in my life that is super important. And while what I’m about to tell you isn’t filled with deep thought and meaning, it has changed my life in a positive way. While small, rest assured little things add up to make each day better.
I’m talking about Wordle. Don’t stop reading. I’m not a fanatic that posts my results each day on Facebook. I will tell you why I love this game and how it enhances my day. I’m not a “gamer” as one would think 
when it comes to videogames. And I am not obsessed with candy crush or other games of that type that come on your phone. Wordle attracted me because of one simple reason. I loved playing Mastermind throughout my years growing up.
My family loved boardgames. Scrabble, Monopoly, Life, along with Boggle, Yahtzee, and card games. When Mastermind arrived on the scene I was addicted. The way each try was marked with the little pegs indicating if one of the colors or more was accurate and if any of the colors were in the right space. Through logical process of elimination, I’d be elated when the cover of the “code” was revealed by the person I was 
playing. Look, the positions and colors matched. A winner! How many tries did it a take? Can I beat that next time? Let’s switch places and play again.
So now I have Wordle each day. A similar type of puzzle as Mastermind. But only 6 tries. And only one word per day. I don’t have a plan as to when I will play each day. I don’t start with a special word. But when I do play, I feel my mind in action like a computer, figuring out the result. I’ve gotten the word on the second try a couple of times, pure luck. I average between three and four. And only once a six, and I was not happy. My competitive side showing through.
The real victory for me has become a symbol sharing of results. I have two friends that I text with each day exchanging our results. We don’t go into much detail but add a word or two about the experience. And a line or two about the weather of the day and what our plans may be. Short and simple, but consistent.
And that’s what I like. Routine. Connection. Brain work. I look forward to it. And I find it fun. So, while very small, a Wordle each day is a true highlight.
a little too far to push my manual chair (and hard to do with a hurting thumb) and I didn’t have my scooter because it was at the dealer getting fixed. That is another story for a future time, however an additional hassle of not being able to independently go to Urgent Care.
schedule. I’m not an early morning person, so I am proud of myself for sticking to the schedule, because it was no picnic setting my alarm to go off every day at 6 a.m. to take a pill and make sure that I had something to eat and drink right next to me in bed. But I made it. However, even though I thought my body would react while taking this strong antibiotic, it impacted my digestive system as I was coming off of it. So while I’m paying the price for such a strong antibiotic, my thumb seems fine. I will see a hand specialist before too long to confirm.
you think you need to be seen by a doctor, then it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to go see one. You are not weak if you go to see a medical doctor or need to go to a clinic for confirmation of whether you need treatment. Better sooner than later when the consequences could be far worse. Trust your intuition.
latte for me, and a new item of avocado toast with roasted red peppers for breakfast the next morning. I have a tray on my wheelchair, and everything was settled in a cardboard carrier. I kept my hands on the carrier the entire time so that it wouldn’t move off my tray. Out of nowhere, the wind began to blow, and I felt like I was being pushed backwards. I tried to hold the tray in place along with my book, that holds my phone, credit cards and any other pieces of paper that need attention. I stopped and leaned over to secure everything and was successful.
bump and the entire tray of coffee fell off onto the street. A passerby ran over and realized that the coffee was done for, but he rescued my box of avocado toast.
If it is windy, no stops at Dunkin’ Donuts. Otherwise, I know there will be a lot more than spilt milk in my future. But I’m not going to worry about it. And neither should you. Learn to not sweat the small stuff. Move forward, laugh, smile, and think of it as a story you can tell.