It’s hard to accept that you are you.
In my particular case, it’s taken years to accept that I am not great at follow-through; or that I will never be taller than 5’5″ and 3/4 (the 3/4″ is important, you know). It’s a little weird to think that I will never know the thrill of being, say, a Rhodes scholar, or a champion snowboarder, or a violin virtuoso.
But the definite upside is realizing that when I am me, I am happiest.
Wearing glasses make me happy; same goes for flat shoes.
I like to talk to strangers: it’s loose acquaintances that oftentimes make me strangely self-conscious and tongue-tied.
And above all, I love to laugh at silly things. If I couldn’t laugh or crack jokes, I would be a very sad me.
So here is a picture of ducks’ butts. You’re welcome.