Stop it, Ladies.
Stop it right now.
Comparison… I think it has become the silent killer of self confidence.
In this age of social media and smart phones a beat-down to the the self esteem is merely at our fingertips. All it takes is a quick scroll through Facebook or Instagram to remind us how together so and so’s life is, and in contrast how much of a hot mess our own is. And trust me, as a Stay-at-Home Mom of four, my life is full steam ahead on the Hot Mess Express!
Even on my best, I got this, kinda days, I can very quickly fall into the comparison trap. I forget my accomplishments and the questions, doubts, and insecurities start creeping in… She is always so put together, most of the time I look homeless… Her kids are so well dressed and clean, the boys can’t stay clean for longer than two minutes… How do her floors always look spotless, I’ve swept three times today already and you can’t even tell now… Does she really cook like that all the time, we ate supper at the ballpark twice this week… My kids never cooperate for pictures like that, they typically act like they can’t even be in the same room together… And it goes on and on as I scroll through my news feed. I question why I can’t highlight and contour, why my hair has to be so thin, or what a difference it would have made in my life if I had chosen this or that as a career.
But here’s the thing, Ladies, that is her (whomever her may be) life, not mine. We aren’t called to live the same life as anyone else. So there is no basis for comparison. Let me say it again; there is no one, nowhere that is as qualified to live your life as you are – so there is no one to compare yourself to! You do you, Sister!!! We are called to live our life according to God’s calling and purpose for each of us, and thankfully we each have our own individual calling and purpose. So next time you find yourself caught up in the comparison game, stop; celebrate your Sister as she lives out her life and purpose and feel the peace that comes with knowing this crazy-beautiful journey is yours and yours alone. Unless she put a filter on her picture, but that’s a post for another time…