Five years ago I chose to take on the unenviable task of writing a eulogy for my mother. I felt I needed to do this for her, but it was very hard to do because, to be brutally honest, she was a nobody. She never did anything of distinction, was never married, only had one child, was basically disowned by her own family, cleaned other people's houses and offices for a living and had done so for decades, mainly read as a hobby, had no friends beyond those whose houses she cleaned and had never traveled. I still managed to talk about her for 5 minutes and actually brought a tear to the funeral director's eye. The closing went as follows: "perhaps you can take a moment to remember that a simple life can also make a difference, and thus can a simple life become one of the truest greatness."You are quite the downer.
That charging through life thinking you're super awesome thing is one of the best things about your early 20's.
I never felt super awesome as a young woman. I've always been dreadfully pragmatic, practically from childhood.