It's amazing how many of us, believe we are not enough. We are not thin enough, rich enough, smart enough, creative enough, popular enough.
I like to choose people to emulate. People I want to grow into. One such person is a dynamo. Popular and active. So active in fact that I get tired thinking about a day in her life. So, why do I feel inadequate around her? I don't want to be her. I couldn't be her.
I am striving to be the best me I can be. I wonder what it is about us that believes others lives are so much better than our own. They are not. We all have our idiosyncrasies, our blessings and our curses.
No matter how good someone else looks on the outside, you look just as good to someone else. I had a friend in high school. We were as different as two girls could be. I was so jealous of her. As we grew into adults, my life went one direction, her life went another.
As we visited one afternoon, I had to confess how jealous I was of her. She laughed as she confessed, she was just as jealous of me. If only we each could see in ourselves, what the other saw in us.
My life is, exactly, what it's suppose to be. I am enough. I am important and valuable just as I am. I won't be a better person if I'm thinner or richer or more popular. I am what I am and that's all that I am. Fantasizing the freedom to be, simply me.