Comparison is the Thief of Joy. - Theodore Roosevelt
Let's get personal for a minute.
I recently experienced a bit of self loathing, and I wasn't quite aware of where it was coming from. My daughter was sick and my computer was out of commision, so I did not get my To Do list done, and I didn't meet the expectations I'd placed on myself. I'm trying to build a mala empire after all! [This is sarcasm, you don't know me all that well yet.]
I have some lofty goals for 2019: I want to figure out social media marketing so I can "crush it" as a work from home mom, be my own boss and build my own dreams. I want to lessen the financial burden my staying home places on my husband and I want to be a good role model for my daughter.
Feeling low and "trapped" under my sick child, I scrolled through Instagram. Which, given the negative head space I was in, probably wasn't the best idea. Usually the beautiful work others create inspires my own creativity, I didn't feel inspired, I felt slighted by the universe.
It took me a couple days to clue into what my problem was, I was comparing myself to others. I was comparing my journey to that of other people, people who have been at this game longer and whose situations are different. I realized that I needed to adjust my perspective. Right now my daughter needed me, more than I needed to be building my empire.
I set aside the To Do lists and stayed in my pajamas. I snuggled my child, enjoyed her warm little body pressed against mine and the smell of soap in her hair. Isn't this why I want to be a mom who works from home? To be free to be with my child in these fleeting moments when she needs me? She's growing up so quickly, where have the last 16 months gone? Isn't she the reason I'm putting so much pressure on myself to succeed?
It can be frustrating when progress is slow, but we have to keep our "Why" out where we can see it every day and not get bogged down comparing ourselves to others.
Love & Light