I’ve been having a hard time lately, make that really hard, with being … well, me.

Comparing myself to everyone and everything else.

What they have that I don’t have, what I have that they don’t have. Where they’ve been that I haven’t yet. What they’ve done that I have yet to do. This is pretty much with every single thing — from money to travel to meditation and yoga and I could go on but I’ll stop here.

The point is, I’ve been comparing comparing and comparing some more.

And it feels like it is literally killing my spirit. Instead of feeling closer to people, I feel divided. By my own doing. When I know better. So much better than this.

“Comparison is death, be yourself and love yourself as you are. A Mango tree is a mango tree, a Neem tree is a neem tree – they do not envy each other.” – CS Lewis

True that, CS. While I get this, I also get in these comparison spaces. Which are totally uncalled for. We are all at where we are. On our own individual journeys that cannot be quantified or always measured in the way we want them to.

I just want to be me and be happy with that … accept where I’m at and be excited for what is to come … an excited anticipation, if you will.

Me being me. Remembering that is enough. Because I’ve forgotten.