I Know I Am Enough. So Why Do I Still Feel Small?
Lately, I’ve been thinking about how tiring it is to feel small in a place where you never really intended to compete with anyone. I’ve spent a considerable amount of time trying to unlearn comparison, trying to convince myself that someone else’s achievement has nothing to do with mine, that everybody has their own pace, their own circumstances, their own version of what a good life looks like. I’ve been trying to let things be. To let people be better at certain things without immediately turning it into a reflection of myself. To be genuinely happy for someone without secretly wondering what their success says about me. I thought I was getting better at it. And maybe I am. But there are still places where I walk in as myself and somehow leave feeling like a lesser version of that person. That’s the strange part about comparison. Sometimes it doesn’t even begin with you. You can come into a room with no intention of proving anything, no desire to win, no imaginary scoreboard in your ...
