Being trapped in the house makes my world very small. When my world is very small, I realize how old I am. I mean that I realize how old 14 year old me would think I am, and 14 year old me would be absolutely unimpressed with what I have accomplished. I might be able to dance around her disappointment with some well told stories, but the flu depresses me, and I think, “Dang, Loser.”
I’m not sure what I could have done differently, though. With the exception of getting engaged badly (without marrying, thank Cheezus), and working for peanuts at the ministry when I was at my prime earning age, what would I have done? I have always done exactly what I wanted to, so there aren’t any regrets. 14 year old me just measured success differently.