People talk about resilience like it’s some inner superpower you either have or you don’t. I’ve never bought that. Most of the changes that shaped me didn’t arrive with a cape. They showed up as ordinary days that asked a little more of me than I felt like giving. Some moments knock you flat. Some just take the wind out of you. And every so often, something small—a memory, a sentence, a golden retriever staring at you like he already knows the answer—nudges you forward again.