A story about low vision, inner resistance, and learning to meet ourselves with gentleness. It happens every time I have a morning shift. Without fail, I arrive at work at 10 a.m., and despite my alertness, caffeine intake, and good mood, my eyes refuse to cooperate. In case you’ve forgotten, I have low vision. Most days I get along just fine at work—even with my disability—except in the mornings. For the first hour or two of my shift, my eyes and brain argue. I give my eyes