Turn yourself off before you are mangled irretrievably by the inevitable forces of the grinding, gnashing machinery of life.
Marvel at all the things you said you’d never do, all the things you laughed at, that you have now done more times than you can count and no longer find funny.
Step up and march forward even after stating your position unequivocally, mistake or not. The only true mistake is not continuing to act.
Acknowledge that convention is sometimes beautiful; you can suddenly see it when the scenery takes shape around it and the figure of the stalwart body imbues it with meaning.
Talk about the disaster(s) big and small and let go of their hold on you.