Responsibility is the acceptance that you can choose differently.
I’m probably not remembering Mark Manson’s line quite exactly. From his Netflix documentary. I watched it a few hours ago and I am still surprised by the definition. It’s a nice spin that makes weighty responsibility fun and freeing, because now it’s tied to possibility.
The line also triggered a question: What are my problems?
Within the numerous ideas, including the one where I can sacrifice who I am, the story I’ve built, for something I truly decide to care about and therefore make meaningful, I started thinking about my problems, and what I want to take responsibility for.
I didn’t, I realised, have to always be the fun girl, whether now or forever.
So here, have a list of my problems:
- I don’t, yet, have a thriving source of abundant income/profit;
- I love, and therefore am committing myself to, a man who is in myriad ways unavailable;
- I don’t have a goal to work towards;
- I don’t have a life I would be proud of;
- I don’t have a relationship with myself, and try to fill it with friends;
- I don’t have relationships that would fulfil me, support me, challenge me, as I fill those roles for others;
- I don’t have a style I feel amazing in;
- I don’t have my own home;
- I don’t have my brand, yet;
- I don’t take care of myself well enough, physically, mentally, emotionally, financially, spiritually.
And all these problems are clearly my goals, because they wouldn’t otherwise be problems.
I’d turn this list around into goal statements, just I need sleep right now. It’s 12:49 am, the 1st of December 2023, and as usual, I’m typing with a storm outside my window.
Sleep. G’night world.
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