Wish I hadn’t held onto all of that anger for so long—wish I had been more careful. Wish I had been able to hear when I had the chance—wish I could have seen what was happening below the surface. Wish I had paid more attention—wish I’d understood. Wished a great many things that mean nothing now. Piercing questions from Australia early in the morning, a Zoom’d group in the evening, an afternoon text message thread—wish I’d given myself more time to think, to be still, to receive the kind of advice I’m receiving now. Extend empathy rather than ask for it myself.