I embrace the struggle.

Nobody has ever been anxious about a stranger's spelling test. Difficulty attaches to the things with something at stake — the job you want, the person whose opinion you mind about, the child whose week you cannot control.

That is the exhausting part and also the honest one. The machinery is trying to help. It is working overtime on your behalf, badly calibrated, on exactly the things you have decided matter most.

Embracing is not liking. It is dropping the demand that today be otherwise before anything can begin, and noticing that the struggle is pointed, without exception, at something you care about.