After a recent conversation I thought I would re-blog this. I hope it helps a few of you!
My photo is placed here to show you what I look like (often) when I don’t hang out with a certain old friend.
Her name is Comparative Self. When I let her tag along I feel insecure and anxious. She likes to say things that make me feel less-than. She is rude!
When I ditch her, I have fun!
Recently was blessed to travel to Dallas, Texas for a CWIMA’s Annual National Conference.
I ended up in a hotel suite with three beautiful and accomplished women.Outside of our room I met more women with incredible stories and career/ministry paths who do big things in big cities. I live in Eugene, OR. Comparative Self wasn’t there to point things out, insult me, or chime in!
I believe part of “comparing” is how our brain processes, always putting things in order and into categories. Some comparison is essential…
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