I saw this image on Pinterest recently. It really resonated with me. I was so struck by how true of a statement it is.
I have to confess. Like most women, I've been playing the comparison game since, well, as long as I can remember. When I was little it was mostly trivial like who had the most American Girl dolls. In middle school, it was who was the most "popular" (even as I type that I realize how ridiculous it is) and had the best Limited Too clothes (you know what I'm talking about). In high school, it was more about who was the prettiest or who was going to what college. In recent years, it has become less about stuff and more about life.
When I look at Facebook or blogs, I sometimes find myself having this internal dialogue.
[Seeing pictures] Aw that looks like the perfect proposal. Ah her ring is perfect. They look so perfect together. His bow tie matches her dress...SO cute. Look at their apartment/house...looks like a page from House Beautiful.
[Followed by these thoughts] I wonder if they argue over who's turn it is to take the dogs out. Does he leave his wet towels on the floor ever? Did he complain about having to match or did he say "Babe, I would love nothing more than to wear that matching tie. I love when we match"? I bet they never argue about decorating. I bet he was all on board for those not so gender neutral pillows/wallpaper with pink in them.
People can make their lives/relationships/families/houses look and seem so perfect via Facebook, Twitter, blogs, etc. In reality, nothing is perfect. I know this. And I know that most of it is complete nonsense. And a good bit of it is people who are also playing the comparison game trying to one up others. I know this. And yet, I still seem to struggle with measuring myself up against other people.
Lately I have been trying to keep this little mantra in mind. That comparison really is the thief of joy. I must remember to count my blessings every day and remember that my life is not any worse or better than anyone else's just because it's different. A different journey, so to speak.
So here's to making a better effort at starting each day with gratitude. And worrying less about comparisons and enjoying this wonderful life that I am so lucky to have. A life where I'm surrounded by good people, an incredible family, a beautiful city (with tasty restaurants), and lots to look forward to when the time is right. Oh, and a boyfriend who puts most of his decorations* in the office/guest bedroom.
Do you share this struggle?
image via Pinterest