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Day 8 Are you happy with the person you've become today? why or why not?
Mostly yes, because so much of that personal work was learning how to be happy. Early in life I had an incapacitating amount of anxiety and depression, and when I figured out where all of it really came from (not only genetic predisposition and brain wiring, but a family legacy of abusive behaviors combined with inequalities in the world) then I got pretty consumed with rage. I regret not having the guidance and support that I needed while much younger, and it would have been best to have always had that and grown up properly—but it's better to have grown out of all the bad stuff eventually (as in, taking at least a decade) than never at all.
If I can come down with a bad flu that leaves me bedridden for fewer than eight times a year, and I don't have some internal thought generator in that situation fill my mind with "useless, worthless, lazy"—which it doesn't anymore—then that's practically a life purpose achieved.
I can be very happy with the mere absence of distress and misery, really.
That said, when I did have an intrepid vision of the future when I was a child, I sure didn't think: "I want to be orphaned, without a university or vocational education, with inessential skills, with moderately compromised executive functioning, and unemployed during a global pandemic and climate crisis in the age of late-stage capitalism and the gig economy." Personal growth by itself doesn't cover the rent, bills and groceries.
I thought I would have the first draft of a full-length novel done and submitted to the slush piles of several prestigious publishing houses before the age of 20. I didn't make it to that reality.
What with the Plague going around and new strains popping up left, right, and center, it's a simple fact that I don't know how much time I have left—or in what unpredictable and undignified ways this lifetime will be permanently terminated.
Still, the main difference between who I want to be and the way I am now are more steps that I haven't taken yet. So, it's slow going, but I'm more optimistic about getting there…compared to the version of me in a parallel dimension probably where I got to go to university, and the global pandemic never happened, and I did publish a novel by the age of 20 and still managed to be anxious and depressed about it like I Guess I Live Here Now. In the homeworld version of what happened instead, at least there's still the potential to become a little more happy with myself tomorrow.