Sometimes? It's just this easy.
Sometimes you turn 42 years old and you think about the personal ad you wrote almost exactly twenty years before. That silly, snarky little ad that got you the love of your life (and a book deal, can't forget that) and you are so overwhelmingly, profoundly grateful for every single bit of what you had to go through to get exactly where you are, right now.
It's not perfect. It will never be perfect. It's just exactly what it's supposed to be.