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rter, thinner, stronger, richer, or better at any damn thing — <b><i>I want to be me</i></b><i>.</i></p><p id="68f1">I want to be the me that I wasn’t while trying to be someone else — anyone else but me. That didn’t work, believe me. I failed.</p><p id="5e08">No success stories to write about. I fell short, fell flat, and missed all those goals I wrote on scads of paper while repeating affirmations.</p><p id="e282">I am the best! I can do anything! I am getting stronger and richer and better every damn day! But, I wasn’t.</p><p id="7cdc">What I wasn’t was me. <b><i>I wasn’t me. </i></b> I was a blurry copy of someone else I didn’t really want to be. I failed at being me <i>and</i> someone else.</p><p id="5e26">But, now, at 66?? I rock at being me! I am the best me ever! If there was an award for being me, I’d hold it high and give a speech!</p><p id="2823">I don’t want to learn a 5-minute habit. Hell, what can I learn in 5 minutes that I didn’t learn in 6 decades? Nothing worth learning, that’s w

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hat!</p><p id="59fb">Was all of that work self-improvement or self-immolation? I survived — barely. Now, I’m thriving — gloriously — as me —</p><h2 id="7c96">Me — all I ever needed to be.</h2><p id="1435">© <a href="https://medium.com/@dennettrm">Dennett</a> 2020</p><p id="d4b2">In response to this 5-minute habit question from <a href="undefined">Lucy The Eggcademic (she/her)</a>:</p><div id="db04" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/sunny-side-updates-ft-a-veggie-fruit-theme-1e18d383272d"> <div> <div> <h2>🌞 Sunny Side Updates 🍳 ft. a veggie & fruit theme 🥕🍅👀🍓🍒</h2> <div><h3>The Brain is a Noodle || Week #8!</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*_dWJ0S5FproYLBfNwpfbWA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

habits shabits

Much of my adulthood was textured by self-help and self-improvement — because we weren’t enough in the 80s or 90s and certainly not in the 2000s.

We needed all the help we could get to be smarter, thinner, stronger, richer, and better at every damn thing — always reaching for more, but why?

I was never sure about that why. I read books, attended seminars, watched videos (later, of course). I knew what to do or what I should do — but why?

Since I flipped 65, I don’t care. Simple. I don’t want to be smarter, thinner, stronger, richer, or better at any damn thing — I want to be me.

I want to be the me that I wasn’t while trying to be someone else — anyone else but me. That didn’t work, believe me. I failed.

No success stories to write about. I fell short, fell flat, and missed all those goals I wrote on scads of paper while repeating affirmations.

I am the best! I can do anything! I am getting stronger and richer and better every damn day! But, I wasn’t.

What I wasn’t was me. I wasn’t me. I was a blurry copy of someone else I didn’t really want to be. I failed at being me and someone else.

But, now, at 66?? I rock at being me! I am the best me ever! If there was an award for being me, I’d hold it high and give a speech!

I don’t want to learn a 5-minute habit. Hell, what can I learn in 5 minutes that I didn’t learn in 6 decades? Nothing worth learning, that’s what!

Was all of that work self-improvement or self-immolation? I survived — barely. Now, I’m thriving — gloriously — as me —