I posted a lot here and somehow became a moderator.
No seriously. My entire life is an accumulation behind a small, moving window of non-embarrassment that sometimes includes the last 30 days. That is, when I was 21, I was mortified at 20-me, and at 26 I hated 25-me, &c.
The problem is that sometimes the 30-day window even collapses in on me. Right now the main thing I have to hang on to is that I got the taxes done early. That's counterbalanced against all the soft deadlines for work that I'm in violation of.
Does anyone else have this moving 30-day window construct?
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