One glance in her direction and I am hooked, triggered, upset, raging, bubbling from the inside out. Why does she get the guy, nice car, perfect body, unstirred makeup, dry underarms, fantastic shoes…
And I DON’T?
What is it about the comparisons that instantaneously grab our balls?
I burble with frustration at the loss of a life I could have had.
Got in the wrong line.
Bumped into someone I knew and was diverted. Met the absolutely WRONG guy.
Drawn like a moth to the outdoor light that disintegrates my wings.
And I die a slow, painful, pitifully wane-in-comparison death.
Truth?
My life is actually exceedingly wonderful.
The frig is full of food I love. I can make black refried bean and sharp cheddar cheese burritos in an instant.
My bed is fluffy and cozy. More like the Radisson than the Ritz, but perfect for settling back and watching The Killer Neflix series.
The dog is healthy. He can still romp, race into the salty waves at the end of the cultisac and chase sticks in the surf.
I open my wallet and there is cash. Plenty of money to buy a soothing cup of latte with extra whip at the Black Cat Coffee Shop.
The gas tank needle is above E. I can drive into the sunset any given night of the week, to slather-on the beauty of the day.
Friends are available 24/7. I can reach out to share my multiple triumphs and ridiculously thwarted expectations at the drop of any significant moment.
What does she have that I don’t …… her own challenges and wishes, dreams, desires that have not come to fruition…YET.
Who knows…maybe she is even checking me out, comparing her Self with how fabulous I appear!!
All I know is, each positive vibe I send out, reverberates that sensation back to me.
That’s the law….MY LAW!!
Good luck, Girl!
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