Remember when a lost weekend meant you were just hungover and missed doing laundry? Now a lost weekend feels like the quarter just ended. It's not even the length of time that's scary, it's the weight accumulated during it. Used to be able to shed a bad day like an old skin; now a bad day leaves a residue that takes weeks to scrub off. I used to think 'resilience' meant bouncing back to exactly where I was. Now I realize it's more like a tree growing around a wound, permanently changed, but still reaching for the sun. Each year's rings tell the story of the storms it weathered.