I read book after book but the advice seemed awful. And even the advice that was clearly good ("eat better") there was almost zero chance I would follow.
I don't know how to take good advice. I don't know how to give it. And all of this talk about "habits" seems beyond me.
I was all alone with no one around to police the spill of my primitive desires.
Trapped in that nightmare world between: "If only this had happened" and "if this happens, I will be a success" without thinking that right now is when things can be different.
The negative things I was doing were weighing on me, causing me anxiety, stress, darkness, draining me of energy, and I refused to take responsibility for them.
So I tried something. Happiness is when you do good things for yourself, but do them just a little each day – else disappointment and failure.
Every day I'd take a random habit that I knew was good (see the attached 20) and I'd try to improve it a little. Just "1%".
Following these habits was not about me. I didn't see success in me.
I noticed I was impacting others when I followed good habits. A good habit is the pebble dropped in the ocean that ripples out to every shore.
Each habit compounds over time. Each habit is a super power.
Self worth is a myth. We're in this together. Our actions are the impact everyone else feels.