I remind myself a million times a day, sometimes more as I read blogs, talk to friends, sit in church, venture into the library, swing by the grocery store, work out at the gym.
I compare myself to dear friends and complete strangers.
I compare up, putting myself down, making me feel inadequate and insecure.
I compare down, lifting myself up, allowing ugly pride to manifest itself inside my head.
Regardless of what direction it goes, when I compare I find myself discontent and lacking peace.
You'd think I would learn or that the battle would get easier. It doesn't seem to. The thoughts creep in, sometimes I dwell on them, sometimes I argue with them, sometimes I pray for grace to expel them.
Don't compare. Don't compare. Don't compare.