I hope that the losses of the last several years have made me less blind, less demanding, less entitled. I hope that the pain has stripped from me some of the sense of deserving and imbued in me instead a sense of making peace with what is, a sense of being easily delighted. I hope it takes less and less to bring me joy with each passing month. I hope I am increasingly outraged at injustice in any form, but less offended or horrified when things don’t go my way.
