How do you see yourself?

In my experience, compromising on your dreams is a big part of adulthood. It’s not about giving up on your ideals, it’s about genuinely adjusting them. As you grow up and gain more life experience, you realize you can’t fit every dream you’ve ever had into your life in exactly the way you planned it.

Resenting your life for not turning out precisely as you dreamed it is, frankly, childish. If you’ve *always *wanted to do something then we can infer you decided that as a youth and we know for a fact that all youths are unrealistic and clueless. Take some time to grieve for your younger self’s disappointment and then figure out how to make the most of your present situation.

For example, if I dreamed of being a writer I’d write in my free time. Anyone can publish a book easily with Amazon’s CreateSpace. You might have to give up on the part of the dream where your writing provides for you financially or more than a tiny handful of people ever read your book, but so what?

Like this. What?..

This.

And this.
I don’t define myself by accomplishments. That is insane. There is always someone who is better than you at everything.

I define myself by, “Am I a good person?” If I can say yes then I am winning at life. Everything else is details.

Most of the time I just look down, as that’s where most of me tends to be from my eyes…

For other things it will depend on the specific question being asked. In this case the question appears to be about self worth, really. Mine is one. I am worth exactly one Nava and I am the one person in the world who is worth exactly one Nava. I’m my own unit of measure.

The critics be damned.

Fortunately, the devil has those covered.

:wink:

So the bathroom scale lies?..

Sometimes I feel that furries will end up being the group everyone discriminates against. Whatever. I was never cool, so go ahead and make fun if you want.

I’m curious; Are those things machine wash or dry clean only?

I mean I am more closely related to Franz Kafka then to any American writer.

He turned great anguish and desperation into great art.

Thanks for sharing. Many great works of art and fiction came from the authors desperation and anguish.

Not a novel but a collection of short stories and sayings. I see Franz Kafka as one of my role models.

Thank you for sharing. My parents wanted me to be in STEM which I mostly hate with passion. And even though I have been pressured into getting a PhD in Math, I have very little income and I have not achieved anything.

I am not motivated by achievement. So, I would say more about my ideals.

I consider myself to be fairly successful at certain conventional aspects of personhood and adulthood and spousehood and parenthood. However, I am equally unsuccessful at other conventional aspects that I value, such as sociability. I think an outside observer would agree with this.

Moving on from that assessment, deeper down I value and celebrate the creative and unconventional. I have not been successful at all in incorporating my appreciation for the creative and unconventional into my life. I would not expect an outsider to have any notion of this.

So, by those measures I consider myself overall as unsuccessful.

Other than that, how’d you like the play Mrs Lincoln?

Pfft. I have flunkies to describe myself to me each morning.

You can only see the outer part of your body – not your soul.

That’s because you’re buying cheap mirrors. Spend a little more and you can see everything.

I agree! And I do say yes, no matter what the ghosts in my crawlspace scream at me at night!

I see myself as millions of rainbows and sparkly bits. I’d like to achieve more in life, but I would never define myself by achievements.

I have achieved my ideal. Working class upbringing, college dropout, lived by my wits alone, working intermittently. Haven’t had an unpaid debt since 1972 (car loan). There is nothing I wish I had done, and I got away with the stupid things I did do. Now I’m just tying up some loose ends, with no regrets nor angst, as I enter my last quarter of a century…