I was re-reading old journals tonight. One was from two years ago, when Darvin first moved here. The other was from last spring. I was struck by how much better things had become in the course of those two years, but also with how I was still haunted by some of the same old insecurities. One thing I found, though, was that I HAD become a little kinder, much less angry. The rage had drained away, replaced by recognition that other people were having their own struggles. Of course, I can't say that I ALWAYS remembered that. But at least I had many more moments of empathy for others than of pity for myself, and that was a good thing to see.