I’m coughing today; that’s my achievement. So no work, and a certain amount of boredom.
My life today simulates that of the cat.
I realized last night while washing my hands and thinking too hard that one of my greatest achievements over the last 5 years has been failure. When I was a bit younger, I did not allow myself to fail at anything. Every mistake or personal failure was fatal and a great cause for anxiety.
Probably the only reason I’m sane today is that I expect a certain amount of inevitable error, foolishness, and evil to spew out of me. It’s not that I think that’s ok, but it’s survivable.