I suppose, I am living a rather special life, by managing to stay out of the rat.
A month ago a word “cocoon” came to my mind. I was distinctly feeling like sitting in a cocoon, waiting. For what? For the wings to grow, for the body to change… For the change! Change started knocking at the door of my mind last Winter. It crashed and banged at it when Spring came. By Summer I was throwing myself around, looking for the exit. Autumn brought with it some rational thinking, and now it’s nearly Winter again. I’ve got to come up with a plan. The plan. The cocoon is starting to crack.
I suppose I tend to play down my own achievements, and to believe what others tell me about theirs. Maybe now is the time to make some conclusions, like I am actually not too bad at anything I do, and that not everything what is claimed to be great is that great. Blah-blah, blah-blah…