You’re not the only one.. who compares themselves to others
It has just come into Spring here in Australia and I've been reflecting recently on summer as the sun sets on another really hot one. Besides the heat and long beach days, it has been a sweaty blur and Christmas feels like yesterday. I noticed over the summer break, I was comparing myself to my sister who was home for Christmas break. Picture this. December in an Australian coastal town, a week out from Christmas. A time when everyone is "normally" joyful and excited. The palpable anxiety is fever pitch high as fellow humans rush around like headless chooks to purchase stuff that will no doubt be re-gifted this time next year to Sarah in HR at the work Christmas party. As I ate an overpriced gelato (how good is the cost of living) that my overachieving sister bought me, I compared my finances against hers and not surprisingly felt below average. How can we both have shared a womb, yet our lives are so different? Escaping a European winter, her skinny pale legs evidently...