Dear Wigleaf,

How are you? And I mean how are you really? You can be honest; no need to sugar-coat or pull punches. I'll even go first.

How am I, really?

I'm okay. Could be worse, could be better.

I certainly have been worse. And I am okay enough to imagine better for myself.

Not better as in richer or prettier or smarter. Not better as in something I'm not.

Better, as in more myself. Better as in kinder, more thoughtful, more forgiving.

So, Wigleaf, I'm okay. I have been worse, and I will become better.

Much love,

Ruby