Sometimes I compare myself to other people.
Who are we kidding, I ALWAYS compare myself to other people.
As we speak, I have laundry (slowly) going, an almost empty cup of coffee that I think would have been more effective if I’d inserted it intravenously, a sleeping dog cuddled next to me, and deadlines looming overhead. Not to mention my annual Welcome Fall Decorating and Chili Night. My goal is to have the work done and the house clean before tomorrow evening at 6, so I’m feeling the pressure. It’s not necessarily a good pressure, but hey. I take what I can get.
I see my Facebook friends and acquaintances living carefree and successful lives, and I have to remind myself that it’s not real. Social media portrays the good stuff, not the bad or the hard or the impossible. That’s the stuff people keep under wraps, when in all actuality that’s the stuff that should be aired. We all struggle. We all doubt. What we need, instead of seeing a thousand other seemingly perfect lives, is to see that we’re not alone. Other people feel the same way. We all have struggles.
But when I start my comparative analysis, I realize: my life is pretty good. It’s quiet. It’s real. I have sweet, healthy pets, a career that I’m passionate about, a sturdy apartment, food in my pantry, and a family and man who love me. It’s not what I envisioned, but the best things always come around unexpectedly, so I’m embracing it.
Life is good, y’all.