I want to be an impressive, vibrant, sequin covered dolphin…and I’m pretty sure I am not.
I’m pretty sure I’m just an ordinary dolphin.
Well…amongst all my dolphin friends I like how my sequins look sometimes, but sometimes I find myself in a room with all the other dolphins who want to be impressive and vibrant and I really feel like my sequins don’t live up to theirs.
I hate this metaphor.
Normally these metaphors go somewhere. But I don’t like the idea of me being more shiny than any of my friends or that being shiny and being seen for it is the goal or that I have walked into a room and am now competing with all the other shiny dolphins…I hate all of this, it is my 700th day of writing to you and this is absolutely my worst letter yet.
What I’m trying to say to you, Self, is that I feel a little unimpressive at the moment, and I’m sure that this is noise and very unhelpful. I’m also sure it is making me more self-conscious than I need to be.
Can I just get over this one please?
I’m bored of trying to work on it.
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