We hear over and over how comparisons are a bad thing. How they steal our joy and leave us feeling less than. Many of us even know from personal experience how comparing ourselves to others–whether it’s a smarter sibling, a more extroverted friend or the cooler mom down the street–can leave us empty or push us into a never-ending cycle of one upmanship.
But are comparisons ever a good thing?
The recent death of a friend got me to thinking this very thing, and today, I share about this “aha moment” as part of the Comparing Ourselves to Others and What It Does to Us series hosted by our very own Laura Rath. I’d love to know what you think.
If there’s one thing that has hindered me and hurt me over the years, it has been the comparison game. Whether comparing myself to the cool kids in junior high or the Betty Crocker moms at my child’s school, this game of comparing has left me feeling inadequate more times than I’d care to admit.
Up until a few weeks ago, I’d planned to share about one of those moments, but then something happened…a moment that caused me to see comparisons as a good thing.
You see, a couple of weeks ago I attended the funeral of a high school class mate. Diagnosed with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease) about two years ago, life for my friend, his wife and two small boys would be forever changed. He went from a sprightly, athletic guy, to a man who had to depend on others for just about everything…
Please join me at Laura’s blog for the rest of my comparisons story.
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