However, there are a select few people with whom I feel like I am in a constant, stiff competition. If they get a new phone, mine must now be obsolete. If their job pays for them to travel to another city, then my job must comparable to the Cache Valley Booting Service guy's (you know, a job straight from hell). While I'm at it, I might as well drink a pint of pickle juice, because I surely cannot afford any San Pellegrino, like some people can.
Why am I like this? What makes it so difficult for me to appreciate my life without comparing it to someone else's? I've got a job/car/apartment. Actually, I don't want for anything (except maybe a new pair of shoes). My life is good, and I shouldn't complain.
And so, today I posted this new mantra in my journal:
Get over it...
Someone will always be smarter, funnier, prettier, richer, more "with it" than you. Don't fault them for their successes, and don't think yourself a failure for the life you have. The only person you need to be better than is the person you were yesterday. Live your best life, and celebrate other who live theirs.
Just a happy picture to round out my bitterness.
2 comments:
pickle juice is tasty, san pellegrino is not... just saying
I'm totally with you here. I actually just blogged about something similar here http://rhymeswithlaundry.blogspot.com/2012/07/learning-from-my-former-self.html. And about comparing yourself to others... My dad would always tell me that there's not point in doing it, because someone will always be better, and someone will always be worse. Chin up, chica. Your dreams will come true! :)
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