The temptation of this prompt is to dive straight into describing a superior, alternative version of myself. After all, few people would describe an inferior version of themselves in this alternative universe. But, to do that would be to accept that the current version of myself is somehow flawed or inferior and I’m sorry, but I’m not playing that game. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying I’m without flaws or perfect. What I am saying is that I don’t think imagining a ‘better’ version of myself is helpful or desirable. I know I’m flawed, but I love the imperfect, warts-and-all me in this universe. This hasn’t been easy to do. Like most people, my default mode is to self-loathe, but through persistent self-care and mindfulness, I’ve been able to like myself as I am much more easily. I’ve taught myself to live in the moment, to accept what is, not to reach for things that are beyond me. I’ve learned to be satisfied and grateful for who I am, where I am, and what I have. I try to temper the negative voice that whispers my insecurities. This is a daily ritual. It needs constant reinforcement, but it helps make me content and fulfilled. Like Bagpuss, I may be baggy and a bit loose at the seams, but Paul loves him. Living in a perfect universe would not be the same.