On a full night I hold the whole floor in my head, the timing, the walk-ins, the table that's running long, the couple with the anniversary. When it flows, it looks effortless and nobody notices. But the one night the seating jams and a party waits too long, suddenly everyone sees me, and only then. I resent that the only proof of my skill is when it breaks.
More people experience this than they realize.
You can juggle a full house flawlessly, and you resent how invisible that precision is until it fails.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.