And I like that I was able to, even though it was challenging, I did not personalize the nonsense all that much. I mean, I reacted to it, certainly, and sometimes quite poorly, but it feels so good to let myself off the hook for my reactions, for not doing it “perfectly,” which, I guess, I had come to interpret as me being able to lie down with the lion each and every time I encounter it. But sometimes the lion just wants to roar and slink around, looking menacing. Sometimes the lion doesn’t want to lie down. And I’m finally ok with that. It’s not my fault. I can only do my best.