Don’t Dwell on Limitations

Mitch Arnold • June 17, 2024

Throughout my childhood, because I grew up in the same small town that my parents and grandparents had lived in for decades, I knew almost everyone I saw, everywhere I went. Even most of those I didn’t know knew me. Because the town was rural, and my family did almost everything within its borders, I could go weeks without seeing a stranger. That insulated environment was particularly comforting for a kid whose body never worked quite right.


I could walk the halls at my school or the city streets, and no one stopped and stared. Everyone knew that I was “the kid with the bad wheel,” and because I didn’t let my handicap limit me, they treated me no differently than any other kid in town. Back then, I could almost completely forget that I had a handicap. Now, I can’t.


Readers of this blog know that my handicap has aged my body beyond its 54 years. On unfamiliar terrain, I use a cane when walking short distances. For longer distances or in environments where I fear a fall, I use a wheelchair. Now, even among friends and family, my handicap is something I must acknowledge.


When dealing with a handicap or any other personal weakness, there is a fine line between acknowledging the challenge and dwelling on it. Ironically, that was on my mind when I recently visited Loup City to do a couple of signings for my book, Marginal.


Though it’s been almost forty years, I was once a fixture on main street Loup City. I worked in the town’s only pharmacy, and shopped and socialized in other establishments up and down the street. Back then, because I was surrounded by familiarity, I rarely even thought about my handicap. On my recent visit, though I was still surrounded by that familiarity, I was a little self-conscious about the changes in my mobility.


Because my visit coincided with the town’s annual festival, there were more people than normal on main street. In that crowd were many of the people who hadn’t seen me in decades, and who remembered me when I walked without any assistance on any type of terrain. Though everyone was extremely kind, I could see surprised reactions as I rolled past in a wheelchair.


When I saw those looks, I felt compelled to explain that the wheelchair isn’t an everyday thing – that I still go to the gym and move around my house without any assistance – but doing so felt defensive. Besides, it really wasn’t necessary. The wheelchair doesn’t define me, any more than the cane or my wobbly gait does, and most people know this.


One thing that I’ve learned over my years is that most people are more kind and understanding than we give them credit for. While we might occasionally dwell on our imperfections, the people we meet often look past them, which makes dwelling on them a huge waste of our energy.


No one is perfect, and everyone knows this. Remember that when you’re feeling self-conscious about your imperfections, and you’ll be much happier and self-assured.

Cherish Your Memories and Applaud the Success of Others

By Mitch Arnold • September 27, 2026
Recently, one of my friends completed a hike of the Appalachian Trail, 2198 miles of mountain paths from Georgia to Maine. He hiked almost continuously from March 31 to September 17, wearing the shoes of his son who passed away unexpectedly late last year. Not only is my friend an intensely driven and passionate individual, he is also a talented photographer who has crafted a career around his art. He used that talent to document his journey, capturing views that most eyes will never see and small wonders that most would miss. As I followed his adventures online, I felt wonder and awe, as well as gratitude that I could witness something that I will never see in person. Life is like that. Few of us will ever do everything we want to do, and we’ll watch from the sidelines as others enjoy something that we can only dream of. The trick is to do that without jealousy and envy, which are the thieves of gratitude and peace, and it’s something that I occasionally struggle with. Sometimes it seems that almost everywhere I look I am reminded of things beyond my reach. From my social media feeds to the walls in my house, reminders of dreams cut short threaten to haunt me, if I let them. With the help of some enthusiastic friends and the patience of an accommodating wife, I enjoyed several good years of pursuing my passion for hunting. Before my disability took that away from me, I was blessed to hunt in Africa and Canada, as well as many amazing places in the United States. The trophies that hang on my wall fill me with memories that I am thankful to have, but there are also blank spots that I had envisioned filling with more trophies. They remind me that I can no longer hunt like that. My social media feeds reinforce that frustration. Not only do I see friends enjoying their hunts and outfitters with whom I have hunted guiding smiling clients to their dreams, I am also a member of several online communities who share the same passion. There, I see trophy rooms that I dreamed of having and hunts I dreamed of experiencing. Where I once looked for inspiration and ideas, I now see a fantasy world. Then, there are the travel posts, like my friend’s trek on the Appalachian Trail. I see people standing on mountain tops, rafting on rivers and exploring the coastline of Greece – all things that I wish that I could do. Sadly, that world no longer exists for me, and that makes it all the more important that I be grateful for what I have and rejoice in the successes of others. I am learning to look past the blank spots on my walls and instead focus on the trophies that I am very fortunate to have. Why spend time and emotion on what I don’t have when I can appreciate all that I do have? Likewise, why waste energy on jealousy and envy when I can look with wonder and awe on the experiences of others?  No matter who you are, what you have and what you have been blessed to experience, there is someone who would like to walk in your shoes, if only occasionally, and they would be truly puzzled if you weren’t filled with gratitude. Just as important, experience as much of this life as you possibly can and share your experiences with others. Lastly, don’t torment yourself by worrying about things beyond your reach. Be thankful and rejoice in your life and the lives around you.

But, Could It Be Better?

By Mitch Arnold • July 26, 2026
When facing challenging situations, my go-to response is often “it could be worse.” It’s raining: it could be worse. We could be scooping this stuff. It’s hot outside: it could be worse. At least we have air conditioning. The “it could be worse” response is a simple and common way of putting things into perspective, summoning at least a modicum of gratitude and showing the absurdity of petty complaining. Unfortunately, it can also blind us to the potential of “it could be better.” I say it aloud frequently when I am with people, but I also mutter “it could be worse,” to myself when I am alone and struggling with my mobility. That simple phrase has brought me peace and acceptance, as I have experienced progressive physical challenges throughout most of my entire adult life. While things could definitely be worse, and I’m right to summon gratitude when negativity creeps in, I was recently reminded that sometimes things could be better, and if that’s possible, I should do everything I can to make them better. For more than 40 years, I have lifted weights five to six times per week, and that has allowed me to maintain a fairly active lifestyle, but lifting alone isn’t cutting it anymore. Despite frequent exercise, I have struggled to get around more than usual for the past year or so, and that has made my world even smaller. Despite this, I persisted with a positive attitude and told myself, “it could be worse.” Not until the discomfort and limitations began to prevent me from doing things I should be doing, like meeting friends for breakfast, did I consider the possibility that things could be better. Making sure that I realized this was my wife Lynda who had been on me to try physical therapy, since my primary physician wrote a prescription for it a year and a half ago. I resisted because, though I am positive about almost everything else, I was pessimistic about what modern medicine could do for me. I had done physical therapy as a child, and have undergone several medical procedures that did little to improve my condition and seemed to provide only frustration. How was this going to be different? But it was. After only two sessions and a daily regimen of stretching and purposeful movement over the past four weeks, plus the strength training, I have already improved my mobility. Stairs are easier and walking, less painful and troublesome. That has greatly helped my energy level, focus and confidence. Even when I fell and sprained my ankle a couple of days ago, the recovery was easier. While things could definitely be better, they could also be much worse, as they were for me a month or so ago. Had I not relented and at least considered the possibility that things could be better, I would have continued being unnecessarily limited. Are you unnecessarily limited? If you are going through a difficult period in your life – maybe your job or a relationship isn’t as fulfilling as it once was – consider the possibility that things could be better. Always lean into gratitude for what you have, but don’t let resignation obscure options for improvement.