I know I come across as a pessimist most of the time– I’m not really. I don’t see a glass as half-empty, I see it as twice as big as it needs to be. Which is annoying.
And I know I often get trapped in my own echo chamber of self esteem issues and exhaustion. It’s kind of easy to have happen when you keep your own company– no outside influences.
In reality though, I’m pretty darn lucky.
By basic needs are all met: food, shelter, clothing. I am employed (albeit in a job that I hate) so I have a steady income. And ultimately I am employable elsewhere.
I don’t carry a lot of debt- just a mortgage. I have savings, although most is tied up in 401k stuff. But that just means I have some for retirement.
And even though it’s difficult in the short term, being my dad’s sole heir will give me some more padding for the future.
I am also fortunate to be in decent health (at least currently) and I can be active physically in the things I enjoy. I also have many hobbies which give me fulfillment.
And I have a cat that (mostly) loves me.
So really, I’m pretty damn fortunate, and I should spend a bit more time being grateful. Don’t you think?