Seriously. Navel-gazing is a perfectly legitimate and worthwhile endeavour.
Nothing self-absorbed at all. Slightly self-absorbed, but still a very worthwhile and legitimate past time.
With time, we (the royal ‘we’) have gotten slightly more comfortable in our skin as we age, in admitting that we not perfect, and acknowledging that being thirty doesn’t mean that we have figured out our lives, our careers, our families etc…
The skin seems to fit better when you stop trying to over-stretch it with the mass of inflated expectations that doesn’t hold within your frame.
While I would love to say otherwise, I’m not always nice, conscientious, clever, kind or generous. We all try our best when we become aware of our problems, but we aren’t always the best version of ourselves. Sometimes I like to gossip about people, complain about events, take a little short cut when I do things, wonder if I should take an undeserved advantage that comes my way, get really annoyed at people who should never have to bear with my ill temper, convince myself out of doing that 30 minutes exercise that was part of my new year resolution, and many more… Actually, some times, I don’t even like to try my best.
And yes, that’s why having a little chance to be self-indulgent in being introspective about your life (and no one else’s but yours), can still make you a better person. If I can’t focus in other aspects of life, at least let me try having some focus and awareness in my own actions.
So long again, dear diary. Let’s pick up from where we left off the last time round. It won’t be a one night stand. (And that’s how it always started).