Teddy Roosevelt said it and I believe it. But I didn’t need Facebook to shove it in my face. Or did I?
Because that’s what happened this morning. I looked at the posts from friends and family and all the cool things people are doing and it was suddenly clear: everyone else’s life is more full, exciting, productive and interesting than mine.
I know better, but still. It’s just so easy to compare and find myself lacking.
Then I read something from Melody Ross, the beautiful and talented artist and founder of the Brave Girls Club. She posted pictures of herself grotesquely disfigured by hives, one photo after another, with the swelling moving from her eyes to her cheeks and everywhere else. How brave is that?
It kind of put things back in perspective. I’m in love with my husband of 29 years, I get to play in my studio and hang out with a few close friends, I’m healthy and happier than ever, I’m learning new things and curious about so many others. It’s a good start toward creating an awesome third third of my life.
Just writing that fills me with gratitude and joy. From here, I can see the rest of the world through a window, rather than a mirror. And that makes all the difference.