Wince though I may:

I (eventually) appreciate each excruciating reminder that not everyone likes me.

That there are others more brilliant, more talented, more creative, more capable.

That I am biased and broken and blameworthy, and sometimes bigheaded, pigheaded, and worse.

That I am good at being wrong. Ahem. That I am great at being wrong.

That I am, in fact, quite extraordinarily small.

For I’ve only ever found strength in my weakness, joy in spite of pain.

Yes! That’s no mere platitude:

I’ve only ever found strength in my weakness, joy in spite of pain.

And to know that regardless of my flaws and failings I am loved and I am forgiven by those I hold dear?

Wow. I’ll tellya:

That’s magic that can turn each wince to peace.