I have been reading Regency’s thoughts on these times at the Confluence

I relized why I have been thinking about Kipling so much these days

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

Just about everything fits. Except the ending. I am not his on, and don’t want to be a Man.

But I think this ordeal is making me a fully self aware Woman. Equipped with all the tools to make my daughter one too.