When circumstances change, I will feel all the more grateful for what I have.

People coming out of long illnesses describe the same peculiar thing: how loud an ordinary Saturday is when it comes back. Buying vegetables. Walking to a postbox without planning the route first. Nothing about the Saturday is remarkable except that it had been unavailable.

There's a version of you further along who will find something in a perfectly ordinary week almost embarrassingly good, precisely because of where you are standing now. That doesn't help today and isn't meant to. It's a note about how the accounting works later on.