Done with self-improvement
I have always wanted to be a better person, and for most of my life becoming one was a priority, one I worked hard at. And when I conquered one flaw, right away I started work on the next. Now I'm done with that.
It's not that I've achieved perfection, far from it. But I've addressed the flaws that gave other people grief, either overcoming them or accepting my limits, finding ways to minimize the negative effects on what I was unable to change. The flaws that are left could still be worked on, but there isn't much point, none of them do much harm to others, none of them make my own life much worse. It's OK to leave them be.
When I gave up on self-improvement, I had space to enjoy the person I had become. Not perfect, not even wonderful, but a decent person who rarely gave anyone trouble and was well able to help others when there was actual help to give, while recognizing when "help" would in fact hurt. Most situations called for neither, leaving me to watch or not, to enjoy life's brilliant parade or turn inward to my own thoughts.
I don't regret the time and effort I devoted to self-improvement; after all, it made me someone who can enjoy being wherever I find myself at the moment. But I might advise my younger self to spent a little less time on fixing myself and a little more one enjoying the results of the work. Not only would it have increased my pleasure in life, it would have given me more time and space to assess some of the flaws that still needed work and decide, no, I would be better off learning to live with that one, the work required wouldn't be worth the payback.
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