Humility is hard. Not the false stuff. Humility. As in, the control that I have over the course of events in my life is less than I want to believe. As in, my best is sometimes not good enough. As in, depression is real and likes to wrestle me to the ground. As in, fighting to remain relevant is a heavyweight bout. As in, if I died this night, how would my obit read? (I'm not sure that it would include the words extraordinary or compassionate or best friend.)
Humility is reconciling oneself -- or, at least, myself -- to the fact that I can't be good at everything; that the truth is hard but that it also and always leaves breathing room for hope.