The wonderful thing about a new day is that it brings new light. What felt heavy yesterday doesn’t always feel as heavy today, and I’m grateful for that. After my mom passed, a dragonfly appeared at a time when I needed one. I can’t explain it, but it stayed with me. I spent my time working quietly behind the scenes on something deeply personal—something I had promised my mother I would do. In our last conversation, she told me to keep my promise. To focus on me. Then she thanked me for taking care of her. I knew what she was saying. So I got to work. Out of that…