I wrote this in my journal 50 years ago:
There’s two of me.
The me who takes “important people” out for dinner and drinks. The me who must look good because “important people” tell me so. This me is going places. Everyone is watching me roll.
The other me can’t sleep at night. He’s scared. Things will catch up with him soon, big time. This me hides out. He’s a big phony. His fingers tremble.
Today, there’s still two of me.
There’s the me who feels lucky to be married to Sherry. The me who loves to engage with real friends and colleagues. The me who enjoys writing and reading. The me who is proud of his successes and openly acknowledges his failures (it’s kind of fun). The me who tries his best to bring joy to others.
The other me goes to bed at night full of gratitude. Yes, he experiences pain. He knows there will be challenges in the near future. Still, he’s the guy who will “go with what he’s got.” His fingers no longer tremble.
Yes, today, the two of me are pretty similar.