"The version of herself she had been apologising for was actually the version worth celebrating." She apologised for the ambition. The standards. The unwillingness to accept less than she knew was possible. The directness. The depth. The way she loved without reservation. The strength that some people found inconvenient. The knowing that made uncertain people uncertain about themselves. She stopped apologising. Turned around. Looked at everything she had been apologising for. And found it was a list of the most remarkable things about her. She celebrated it. All of it. Loudly. Without a single remaining apology.