I used to think resilience meant springing back exactly the way I was before. Now I know it's more like a river finding a new course after a landslide. The scar tissue is stronger, but it's still scar tissue. It doesn't bend the same way, and on some days, the weather reminds me where it is. But it holds. Sometimes the new course leads through unexpected beauty, a hidden grove the old riverbed never knew. But the drought still comes, and the new path is tested more fiercely than the old ever was.