I think I’ve seen something about how eager I was to get myself and everyone else neatly packaged up into familiar labels. I’ve got a long way to go, but I think I see, for instance, how convenient it was to feel like the victim of my father’s harsh judgments, my kid’s lack of appreciation for my efforts, and my husband’s lack of real supportiveness. I think I came here bemoaning what other people were doing to me, and I’m leaving with more of a sense of being responsible for what I do.