If I were me, but like a god, I’d be less naïve and more sure on my feet. I’d be less hurt and more helpful, less in love and more loving, smarter and less smarty. I’d be less allergic and more sensitive, more generous and less of a patsy. I’d want to try to help the people I loved be happy. If my memory were sharper, I think I’d be more grateful for the gifts I’ve been given and less regretful of my losses.