Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I love being mediocre. I make 95k, work in a support role where there is very little stress and I have great work life balance. I’ll be mediocre all day long if it means I can be present for my kid.
Damn
Right? I also make $95k, I do maybe 30 minutes of actual work a day but still vastly exceed expectations. Sure, I'll never change the world but so what? We're all gonna die someday anyway and none of that will matter at all when you croak. Your eternal nonexistence will be experienced (or really not experienced) the exact same way by Gandhi, Hitler, and Jim from accounting who surfs DCUM all day. The only thing that matters is enjoying yourself as much as you can in the time you've got left.
Another damn for this. Sounds like some les miserables shit
Classic Les Miserables, making $95k and spending quality time with your kids, amirite
Sounds like a sucker to me . I make 250k and spend all day with my kids
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I love being mediocre. I make 95k, work in a support role where there is very little stress and I have great work life balance. I’ll be mediocre all day long if it means I can be present for my kid.
Damn
Right? I also make $95k, I do maybe 30 minutes of actual work a day but still vastly exceed expectations. Sure, I'll never change the world but so what? We're all gonna die someday anyway and none of that will matter at all when you croak. Your eternal nonexistence will be experienced (or really not experienced) the exact same way by Gandhi, Hitler, and Jim from accounting who surfs DCUM all day. The only thing that matters is enjoying yourself as much as you can in the time you've got left.
Another damn for this. Sounds like some les miserables shit
Classic Les Miserables, making $95k and spending quality time with your kids, amirite
Sounds like a sucker to me . I make 250k and spend all day with my kids
Anonymous wrote:Well OP I think there is a clear silver lining here, which is that people don’t get complete fulfillment from career accomplishments. It’s likely that if your book had been more of a success, you’d feel the same way. If you had one best seller and then a few that did okay, you’d feel the same way. If you were elected to Congress but never made it to the Senate, you’d feel the same way. Etc etc etc.
There’s always someone to look at who is more “accomplished.” So if you’re inclined to do that, you’d probably be doing it under almost any circumstances.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I would see a therapist. I’ve accomplished much less and I would never talk about myself like that.
+1 And I would never consider myself a failure. I measure “success” in different ways. I have friends and family who I love and who love me back, and my work helps others through difficult moments, despite being lower pay; it’s meaningful to me. I have cancer and my life means a f-ing lot to my family. I have meaningful relationships and I try to be a good friend. And that’s enough for me. It’s such a cliche but gratitude is everything.
I have tried gratitude! But I've had too many people question why I act like things are wonderful when I am...you know, mediocre.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I love being mediocre. I make 95k, work in a support role where there is very little stress and I have great work life balance. I’ll be mediocre all day long if it means I can be present for my kid.
Damn
Right? I also make $95k, I do maybe 30 minutes of actual work a day but still vastly exceed expectations. Sure, I'll never change the world but so what? We're all gonna die someday anyway and none of that will matter at all when you croak. Your eternal nonexistence will be experienced (or really not experienced) the exact same way by Gandhi, Hitler, and Jim from accounting who surfs DCUM all day. The only thing that matters is enjoying yourself as much as you can in the time you've got left.
Another damn for this. Sounds like some les miserables shit
Classic Les Miserables, making $95k and spending quality time with your kids, amirite
Sounds like a sucker to me . I make 250k and spend all day with my kids
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I love being mediocre. I make 95k, work in a support role where there is very little stress and I have great work life balance. I’ll be mediocre all day long if it means I can be present for my kid.
Damn
Right? I also make $95k, I do maybe 30 minutes of actual work a day but still vastly exceed expectations. Sure, I'll never change the world but so what? We're all gonna die someday anyway and none of that will matter at all when you croak. Your eternal nonexistence will be experienced (or really not experienced) the exact same way by Gandhi, Hitler, and Jim from accounting who surfs DCUM all day. The only thing that matters is enjoying yourself as much as you can in the time you've got left.
Another damn for this. Sounds like some les miserables shit
Classic Les Miserables, making $95k and spending quality time with your kids, amirite
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I love being mediocre. I make 95k, work in a support role where there is very little stress and I have great work life balance. I’ll be mediocre all day long if it means I can be present for my kid.
Damn
Right? I also make $95k, I do maybe 30 minutes of actual work a day but still vastly exceed expectations. Sure, I'll never change the world but so what? We're all gonna die someday anyway and none of that will matter at all when you croak. Your eternal nonexistence will be experienced (or really not experienced) the exact same way by Gandhi, Hitler, and Jim from accounting who surfs DCUM all day. The only thing that matters is enjoying yourself as much as you can in the time you've got left.
Another damn for this. Sounds like some les miserables shit
Anonymous wrote:A few years ago, a NYT best-selling friend introduced me to her agent, who actually liked what he saw, signed me, and sold my book to a well-known publisher. It was a flop, sold 1500 copies, they did not take my second book, and my agent and I are likely to part ways soon. I feel like such a failure. No, scratch that. I am a failure.
State school for undergrad. Online masters degree (though from a not-for-profit university, not a diploma mill). Have a job making $80k as a corporate drone. Trailing spouse, so no real career prospects, and in my late 40’s, my time is over. Even outside of DC (I moved away a few years ago), I am the failure of my friend circle and family.
I know some are ok with this, but I’m not, and now it’s basically too late to make anything of myself. A close family member recently pinned on a star, and it’s made all this surface. How do you accept that you’re not going to be successful or respected? Especially when on paper, you look "decent"?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:What does it mean your relative “pinned on a star?”
Made rank of general/admiral in military.
I don’t find this impressive at all.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I love being mediocre. I make 95k, work in a support role where there is very little stress and I have great work life balance. I’ll be mediocre all day long if it means I can be present for my kid.
Damn
Right? I also make $95k, I do maybe 30 minutes of actual work a day but still vastly exceed expectations. Sure, I'll never change the world but so what? We're all gonna die someday anyway and none of that will matter at all when you croak. Your eternal nonexistence will be experienced (or really not experienced) the exact same way by Gandhi, Hitler, and Jim from accounting who surfs DCUM all day. The only thing that matters is enjoying yourself as much as you can in the time you've got left.