But I still had to endure it. This is one reason that learning to love myself was another huge challenge. But I've overcome that, too. Although, now that I'm completely self-infatuated, I keep waiting for me to give myself a promotion. It's been a bitter disappointment.
Bitter disappointments are crucial to memoirs.
Thinking of something to write in this memoir has been a bitter disappointment so far. That means I can write about not being able to write. Should be good for a chapter, if I can make it bitter enough. I'm forgetting spiritual transformation. It got me right in the forehead this year when the dog knocked over the Christmas tree.