I am thankful for my dreams of yesterday because they are the reality of today.

Somewhere in your history is a version of you who wanted precisely what you have now. The apartment. The person on the other side of the room. The ability to do the work you did this morning without thinking hard about it.

That version would be astonished. You are mostly annoyed by the plumbing.

This is not a failure of character, it is how attention works. Achieved things go quiet and become the floor you stand on to want the next thing.

Try naming one item in your current life that a younger you was actively hoping for. It is usually closer than expected.