Until I realized wait. I'm helping a dream-person. Who is this person? Maybe some version of me, maybe*. But not really me-me. I'm jumping through hoops for someone -- or something -- that doesn't actually exist.
And I decided It's OK, Dream-Me: you're allowed to dream of what would help ME.
G'mornin'. This is me.
* The someone wasn't even named, but that someone was a she -- and at least, as much as I can remember, she was someone cute...