Another bout of moodiness endured. I have moments where I want to change the whole damn world all at once and beat myself up for not having done it yet. They don't exactly represent the best parts of my personality, but I've learned over the years that they are integral to my process. The feeling that I haven't done enough keeps me doing things. The feeling that nothing is quite good enough keeps me improving myself. If I was content to sit in my cubicle all week, spending my evenings watching TV and my weekends on brainless and trivial athleticism then I would be really useless.
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