

I’m still puzzling out how I can empathise with myself the way I can empathise for others.
It’s not a sad thought, just something I don’t have a frame of reference for. Like not being able to imagine what it feels like to move a muscle I’ve never used before.
I had all my plans for today upturned by an issue at work. It’s not really anyone’s fault, but I feel very pouty about it.