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.