insomnia #18, in which our protagonist is dismayed that self-improvement is still on the to-do list

“So at what point do people get to stop trying to improve themselves and just accept their flaws as the way they are?”

I asked my friend this question over lunch, stealing some of his fries while waiting for his answer.

“Never,” he said. “I don’t think you ever stop trying to be better.”

Damn. In that case, I shouldn’t have eaten those fries. Really, I’d hoped for something more along the lines of, “Oh, usually around 42.” Something that would let me off the hook. A response that would allow me to give up the so-far unfulfilled promises to myself to shed the remaining irresponsible behaviors keeping me grounded at pretty good instead of soaring at great. Alas, apparently I must redouble my efforts towards progress instead.

On the upside, having struggled with the same (boring, childish) bad habits for, oh, my entire adult life (small strides, though, small strides!), at least I can refer back to an old post and not have to write everything out again.


2 thoughts on “insomnia #18, in which our protagonist is dismayed that self-improvement is still on the to-do list”

  1. Love the honesty of your posts, Jennifer. So what if my self-improvement goal–as suggested by friends and therapists–is to be more forgiving and accepting of myself as I am? (Not trying to be a wise-ass, I think it’s a legit question….isn’t it?) Jack

  2. I too would love an out to the same ol, same ol lessons that keep popping up, but never get learned. I’m kinda at a 50/50 point. Knowing some will never be learned, but some….well I still have hope. Sigh.

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