These musings are an outgrowth of the comment above.
These musings are an outgrowth of how I lead my life and something I recommitted to a few years ago.
I’m uncertain if I feel this way because of being not-twenty?
If I’d have reached this misfit-place in my life regardless of aging?
All I know is I’m here.
I’m not here anymore.
Or this Carla below:
No under-the-eye bags yet!
I don’t compare myself to others (I’m grateful I’ve never fallen into that trap. I avoid that trap by being an avowed non-joiner. You’ll never find me jumping on the Blog! Challenge! bandwagon. The bandwagon, for me is a thief of joy.).
And yet I also studiously avoid comparing myself to myself (which always brings to mind this beloved movie quote).
As crazy as it initially sounds (especially if you’re as I am and constantly have Austin Powers in yer cranium) comparing you to YOU can also be the thief of joy.
My philosophy is a simple one.
I do my best each day in everything from fitness to family. I go to bed. I get back up the next morning and give my best efforts again.
Regardless, I focus on the fact our windshields are larger than our rear-view mirrors for a reason.
I can’t create my best TODAY if I’m too busy checking out Carla from yesterday.
For me this approach is the ultimate in self-care.
The pinnacle of realizing I am enough.
I’m doing what I can when I can and if it isn’t as fabulous! amazing! as yesterday—-who cares?
I don’t care.
Neither does my windshield.
- Do you compare yourself to the *you* of yore? Or are your eyes, like mine, permanently gazing straight ahead?
Wanna read more? The RUNtastic MCM Mama joins me today in sharing her COMPARISON-musings….