My being radiates kindness and love.

Watch how someone speaks to a waiter and you learn most of what you need to know. Not the large gestures — the tone when the order comes back wrong, whether they say thank you to the person clearing plates while mid-sentence with a friend.

This is the resolution at which kindness actually operates: unguarded moments rather than planned ones. Which cuts both ways, since the tired version of you is being read too. There's not much to do about that except keep the reservoir topped up, because what radiates is simply whatever happens to be in there.