Comparison is the Death of Happiness

Comparison is the death of happiness. I think this is a significant thought. One of those that is easy to say, but hard to do. I think most people realize when they compare something they have to a better version of someone else’s that nothing positive can come out of it, but I think it’s particularly hard when you don’t know the entire story.

It’s easy to see the big house on the water, the giant diamond earnings, or the lavish trip to Europe, but do we see the rest. The relationship we wouldn’t want, the bills that are stressful to pay, and the time away from family and friends.

When I find myself coveting what others have I ask myself “Would I rather be her instead of me,” because if I had that item right now I would have to be that person right now.

I regularly beat myself up over not accomplishing enough, not crossing enough off my to do list, and not having what I expected at this point in life, but what would have to give to have those things? Less time with Jimmy, no palm tree out my window, a life I wasn’t happy living?

I try to remind myself of what I do have when I find myself wishing for more. I have a great apartment, a loving fiancé, a fluffy orange kitty, and a short drive to the beach. I am happy with the person I am becoming and wouldn’t want to change any of the experiences that made me who I am today. I am not perfect, but I’m good enough for me.

Until next time,

Kaycee

P.S. My song of the day is The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson