I was talking to my mom some time ago about what I called the privilege of being second . I don't remember exactly when we had the conversation, but the thought has stayed with me. There are areas of my life where, if I compared myself to other people, I could easily feel behind. I've watched people become homeowners. I've watched people build businesses. I've watched people get married, raise families, establish careers, and experience things I desire for my own life. There was a time when looking at those things could have produced embarrassment or shame. Why am I not there yet? Why hasn't this happened for me? How much further along would I be if things had gone differently? But somewhere along the way, I began seeing my position differently. I began recognizing the privilege of being second . Being second means I've gotten to see. I've gotten to watch people have and do some of the things I desire. I've gotten to see what worked and what didn't. ...