I hesitated to write this post because we’ve all been told—and told our girlfriends—to stop comparing ourselves with other women. But we women aren’t always the best listeners (or the best takers of our own advice), and so I decided to write this post anyway.* Maybe I’ll learn something.
The first thing I know is I’m not perfect. Far from it. In fact, I’m lacking in a lot of areas.
I wish I were as artistically inclined as Rhonna.
I wish I made homemade meals every day like Stephanie.
I wish I listened to NPR as much as Shannon (and were just as smart too).
I wish I threw amazing birthday parties like Kendra.
I wish I had as much fun playing with my kids as Vanessa.
I wish I were as amazing a writer as Megan.
I wish I took beautiful food photography like Quinn.
I wish I were as funny as Annie.
I wish I were a fashionista like Sarah.
I wish I were as skilled with a power tool as Stacy.
I wish I could craft like Jen.
I wish I created, ate and shared delicious, healthy recipes like Lindsey.
I wish I took amazing film photography like Kim.
I wish I oozed business savvy and coolness like Rachael.
While we’re at it, I wish I could sing like Beyoncé, act like Meryl Streep, be a natural beauty like Charlize Theron and sport a body like Dara Torres.
Sure, I could study and practice and become better at things like writing and photography and even crafting, but none of those will ever be my “thing.”
Why do we women feel like we need to be everything to everyone…and be everything to everyone all the time? I’m surprised no one’s started a Perfectionist Anonymous group. “Hi, my name is Emily and I’m trying to do it all. Or at least wishing I could do it all but instead feeling guilty I can’t.”
This is your gentle reminder to stop the craziness.
STOP THE CRAZINESS!
I may not make the best steel cut oats but I can craft a gourmet meal with Dino Nuggets.
I may not take my kids on nature walks but I do take them on walks through Costco so they can sample all the goodies.
I may not know my way around Hobby Lobby, but I can take my favorite Halloween quote and turn it into a fun printable using Rhonna’s designs.
I may choose to sleep rather than make my kids breakfast before school; it teaches them how to be independent.
I may support the Etsy community by buying handmade rather than selling handmade.
I may need help with my food photography but I’m an expert when it comes to eating the food being photographed.
I may not be a memorable writer but my writing is grammatically correct (99 percent of the time).
And I may not be wife or mom of the year, but runner-up works for me. (It seems to have worked pretty well for American Idol contestants.)
It’s time I stopped wishing I were more like someone else—or a lot of someone elses—and cherish those things that make me ME.** I am an apple (preferably Gala) and “they” are all oranges (very sweet, very talented oranges, of course). As of today I’m going to stop comparing apples and oranges. Instead I’ll compare apples and apples. I’m the only apple, so if I’m going to do any comparing, I’ll compare me to myself. When I do that, I match up pretty well. Perfectly, in fact.
So do you.
* Also, my good friend Quinn reminded me my blog is all about being okay with me. This really IS my life, and even with its ups and downs, it’s fabulous.
** I’ll probably forget to take my own advice, but I promise to try!