What would have seemed incomprehensibly dull and stultifying to your 16 year-old self turns out to be a pretty sweet deal when you hit 40.
Of course you already know there’s no ambition ceiling.
As soon as you have a little, you want a little more. When you have a lot, you can imagine having + doing + being a lot more.
When you have nothing, making the ends meet and being able to knot them off is a $#@%* triumph. When you’re living the proverbial good life, a renovated kitchen is all that’s standing between you and perfection.
Maslow had it down cold. If there’s not an obvious need or gap, human nature is such that we’re gonna create one just to give ourselves something to chase down, to long for, to believe in.
And forget about the mythic ideal of balance. Just because you get 110% of your RDA of Vitamin C, doesn’t mean you can’t still be woefullyiron deficient.
After all, you can be the richest woman in the solar system and still fight a (very public) 25 year-long battle with your weight.
So, if you feel like the world’s most awesomely-successful-on-paper failure or most fraudulent success story, you’ve got a lot of company. Like, say, most of us.
*No, he wasn’t angling for my spare change, thanks for asking.
What are your oxymoronic tendencies?