When I'm tired, feeling blue, stressed or in any way under par (and I'm not talking golf), I find my mind wandering to other people. Then I find myself comparing my life to theirs. And coming up short.
Recently I realised that I don't know what someone else's life looks like from the inside. (At 43 years old, you'd have thought I'd have figured that out sooner wouldn't you? I like to comfort myself with "slow but steady wins the race".) I can never really know someone elses's story. More importantly, I have my own story to write.
I'm Emma, in Emma's body. My energy is much better spent making my today amazing instead of speculating how someone else's today might look or feel, and then judging myself against the fantasy I have created of their life. When I think about it like that, it's pretty bonkers to measure myself against someone else. Much better to measure my today against my yesterday, and see if I managed to make my today more fun-filled, loving, happy and creative than my yesterday was.
Of course if all else fails a pack of the old ready salted never fails to do the trick. And there's always gin.
P.S. I'm a guest blogger at Wordshaker Magazine again today. If you like your men in sequins, then you'll probably enjoy my post.