From here, an excerpt of a poem that I found especially grounding just now*:
I have often desired things which would have injured me, …I have depreciated some of my chief mercies, …I have erred both on the side of my hopes and also of my fears, …I am unfit to choose for myself, for it is not in me to direct my steps.
I hope too much, AND I fear too much. Every day is a challenge for both courage and humility.
*I don’t agree with all of the rest of the poem, especially the last bit of the poem. But there’s good in everything, right?