On one hand, my college is writing an article on my career and my role in a major #Engineering achievement in my industry.
First time that's ever happened. I didn't expect it. I'm very grateful. It's a direct refutation of the #ImposterSyndrome i suffered earlier in my #MechanicalEngineering career.
But sitting in that is difficult. In my mind I'm already into the next problem, the latest dissatisfaction. Why aren't i #writing more? Why aren't i working on the second draft of that #WyldeBlueWander chapter? Or acknowledging that #BeatPreyLove for all its kink and suspension of disbelief, is my longest running story and should be treated as an accomplishment not an embarrassing guilty pleasure?
This is a personal reflection. Not quite a lamentation. Just a morning admission that i can't out money/success my dissatisfaction. The external is necessary but insufficient. I'll have to sit with this and understand why i consistently want whatever i don't have at that moment.
A default of not scarcity but deficiency.
Whataboutism applied to my own life and choices.
But even that is just another problem to solve.