My travel tan has faded.
As the youngest of four children who were all very good at sport, I grew up constantly trying to prove myself. I was the one who had to hit the tennis ball against the wall, as I wasn't big / good enough to play with my siblings. As a teenager, I went to a school where sport was the main focus, and as there weren't that many girls in my year, it was clear who was better than who at what.
That competitive nature has served me well in my adult life, it's got my toe in the door in the entertainment industry, won me movie tickets (from doing the most pushups in one minute) and more. I know it is as part of me as the freckles on my face but have come to realise that it only gets one so far. When competition is drenched in ego, the focus on the result is greater than the process. This week, that competitive nature has been getting in the way like an annoying friend who always cuts your lunch. If the focus is trying to 'be the best' or keeping up with the Joneses, it's not relaxed, internal or peaceful.
What's more, I have been applying this competitive shield in areas that are not supposed to be competitive- (like yoga, being a cool girlfriend or having a fringe that sits just right.)
It's like being a pet surgeon and worried why you can't make a perfect almond croissant.
It makes no sense.
Yet it is real.
A real thing that has been sitting in my mind all week, the way those things tend to do, getting in the way of other important things like the clothes horse gets in the way of having a tidy lounge all winter long- it kind of has a purpose, you just wish it didn't have to be so..... there.
As the youngest of four children who were all very good at sport, I grew up constantly trying to prove myself. I was the one who had to hit the tennis ball against the wall, as I wasn't big / good enough to play with my siblings. As a teenager, I went to a school where sport was the main focus, and as there weren't that many girls in my year, it was clear who was better than who at what.
That competitive nature has served me well in my adult life, it's got my toe in the door in the entertainment industry, won me movie tickets (from doing the most pushups in one minute) and more. I know it is as part of me as the freckles on my face but have come to realise that it only gets one so far. When competition is drenched in ego, the focus on the result is greater than the process. This week, that competitive nature has been getting in the way like an annoying friend who always cuts your lunch. If the focus is trying to 'be the best' or keeping up with the Joneses, it's not relaxed, internal or peaceful.
What's more, I have been applying this competitive shield in areas that are not supposed to be competitive- (like yoga, being a cool girlfriend or having a fringe that sits just right.)
It's like being a pet surgeon and worried why you can't make a perfect almond croissant.
It makes no sense.
Yet it is real.
A real thing that has been sitting in my mind all week, the way those things tend to do, getting in the way of other important things like the clothes horse gets in the way of having a tidy lounge all winter long- it kind of has a purpose, you just wish it didn't have to be so..... there.
"When you move your focus from competition to contribution life becomes a celebration. Never try to defeat people, just win their hearts."- Bhudda
I am not saying trying to be our very best is bad.
Pushing ones self in any area to grow and change can give us so much - change can be the fabric softener to the dirty laundry of our lives.
It's the why we are pushing ourselves.
And the how we feel if expectations aren't met, appearances are unkempt, or targets missed.
I fell into the trap.
When doing some innocent research via Instagram of Melbourne Yoga Studios, I found myself buried in a hashtag haze of comparison: #yoginis doing incredible backbends and arm balances at sunset in amazing locations, clad in sponsored leggings, tattoos and minimal body fat.
(Side note: This was the day after eating delicious amounts of home made pizza.)
(Side side note: Not sure if that helps paint the picture for you but imagine going swimsuit shopping the day after your Nan's 80th All-You-Can-Eat Buffet at the local pub- that's about how I was feeling.)
It left me feeling very deflated. For about 2 days.
It wasted my time, as I spent about 30mins deciding what to shoes to wear to yoga this morning (YOU DON'T EVEN WEAR SHOES IN YOGA!)
It wasted my precious energy, kept my heart heavy which showed on my face.
Comparison is rife through our communities thanks to the little devises we hold to craft our little worlds daily. I'm just happy I'm not a teenage girl.
Comparison is a thief of joy.
Comparison is who abuses people anonymously on the internet.
Comparison is a bad boyfriend who makes you think he is useful but isn't interested in getting to know your parents, or your stamp collection.
Here is a helpful list of things you can do when you find yourself comparing yourself to others/photoshop/fake things.
1. Poke your tongue out and make the strangest noises you can
2. Think of a giraffe doing a tap dance
3. Look at your hands and think of all the awesome things they have done and how happy they make people when you wave at them
4. Have a cup of tea (fixes everthing)
5. Smell something natural like grass or a flower or dirt.
There's more. Maybe you can make your own list!
Jj


