I can call my number quarter after quarter, close enough to spooky, and for a long time that felt like the best thing about me. Then I missed by a hair last quarter and it hit me way harder than a number should. Sitting there sick over it, I realized how much of my sense of my own worth I've quietly stapled to hitting that figure.
More people experience this than they realize.
You forecast your own number with uncanny accuracy, but you've tied too much of your worth to hitting it.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.