Imagine the worst: that your life is mostly worthless. That you've tried incredibly hard, and that all of the effort has been rolled up into a bunch of mulch. Imagine all of the things that you deeply fear--that you fear so much you can barely conjure them (that you are alone, in a fundamental and irreconcilable way; that the people you hold closest to you don't value you; that you are suspended in one state of career stagnation; that nothing ever changes and gets better; that shame permeates your soul). Just let those thoughts consume you momentarily. That you cannot control who you are. That you lose your faculties of recognition. That your most precious memories slowly lose their details.
Now imagine the best: that somehow, despite fuck ups and mistakes, you have not alienated everybody dear to you; that your effort has landed somewhere, and that people recognize you, and come to you for advice. That your family loves you and looks forward to spending time with you, and that you have balanced successfully most of your needs. Imagine that you largely control where your life goes, and that, realizing this, you made a point to be purposeful and that you have taken pride in what you can accomplish. Imagine that brand of genuine self-respect these things can produce, that way that it infuses you and makes you stronger.
Imagine that you can be okay with your limitations. At peace. Without the need to prove it, or anything.
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