Moving right along to deep thought of the year number two - Who do you compare yourself to?
Who DON'T I compare myself to? Whether it's comparing my yoga abilities to the somewhat more nubile older woman next to me, or the way my jeans make my ass look compared to the stick thin girl walking in front of me while I readjust my muffin top....the basic truth is that we all compare ourselves to others. Possibly without even realizing it - the thought may be fleeting, disappearing before we even get a chance to recognize it.
Currently? I suppose I compare myself to my pregnant friends, or friends who have just welcomed new babies (Hi Ben! Hi Chris! Hi Eli! Hi Anna! Hi Naia!) and I wonder why my womb remains persistently empty. I compare my life, a happy one, to the lives of my new mom friends - the nerves, the sleepless nights, the lack of spare time, the screaming babies, the body that is no longer their own - and I remind myself that I have it pretty good over here, living my relaxed life. But....I want what they have. And I wonder when it will be my turn to bloat, leak milk, and endure night after night of feedings and changings? Not to mention the wonder of looking into your baby's eyes and recognizing a part of yourself, or the first time your baby smiles at you, or the love that cannot be compared to anything else.
Or so they tell me.
For now, I will be happy with what I DO have - a loving husband, a home we own in an area we love and feel proud to live in, a good job, a happy little dog whom I love to bits, our families close by, and a lot of laughter.
Who do YOU compare yourselves to?
Great post! I find myself comparing myself to others too.
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I compare myself to everyone!
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