What is this need to be better, to improve, to succeed?
Where does it come from?
Does it matter?
Why can’t I just sit on the couch and get stoned and eat junk food and just be?
Would it make a difference if I worked as a cashier and lived in an apartment and didn’t trouble myself with doing?
Why can’t I be satisfied?
Or. I know the answer to all that and I’m just frustrated by my work right now.
This, too, shall pass, me.