I've been torturing myself with comparison and competition lately.
I could go into a lot detail about this (and I actually did, but I backspaced over it because it sounded whiny and jealous and that's not the point of this post). I'll save it for my journal.
The point of this post is that comparison and competition are thieves.
They are the thieves of my joy, of my fulfillment, of my gratitude, of my peace and even of my creativity.
It's not a race.
Even if it were, I don't have to run.
Their destination is not my destination. If they want to race to get where they're going, it's their race, not mine.
I can take as long as I want, as long as I need or as long as it takes.
I can stop at roadside vegetable stands and eat all the fresh tomatoes.
I can detour.
I can visit all the rest stops and linger.
I can meander.
So can you.