When I loved myself enough

Progress: Still writing and loving it. My chapter's not quite ready yet.

My doubts: If I spent as much time as I do on the computer in a paid job, my life would be so much better. Why don't I just go and get my old job back?

My surprise: A university, not the one I'm enrolled in, wants me to present a paper on Migration and Identity. I'm not ready!! Will I ever be ready for anything? Life is safe and comfortable in virtual reality. Why does real-life-reality keep creeping in?

When I loved myself enough: I began to know I was in the right place at the right time, and I began to relax.