I’ve been thinking a lot about gratitude lately. I am blessed in a great many ways. To name just a few, I am healthy, safe, and comfortable. I love and am loved. I am the master of my own time1. These alone put me among the ranks of the most fortunate people in the world, and therefore, surely, among the most grateful. Well, it pains me to admit this to you, but I am not as grateful as would seem commensurate with the scale of my blessings.
