Peace. Acceptance. Patience. And a clue.
Peace. I came to my gods with anger in my heart. I still get angry, but I no longer feel that it will never end.
Acceptance. One of the reasons I can see an end to anger is that I now find it easier to accept that some things are just out of my control, and that that means that it’s okay to let them go.
Patience. I swore I would never have any, but it’s there, and it’s growing. I doubt anyone in my life can see it, but see acceptance.
A clue. Apparently, there has been good advice, good information, and good sense surrounding me from day one, but I couldn’t see it — or didn’t want to. Belief in my gods comes with the understanding that they sometimes dangle useful information in front of me, and I need to be paying attention. A side benefit of paying attention for the gods is that mortals are pretty damned smart, too.