At
the start of the year, I was a woman on a
mission. 2017 was going to be the
year I got my mojo back, the year I would feel normal again, and the year I
would dedicate to the personal development
of my mind, body, and soul.
I’ve
already made positive progress towards nurturing my mental and physical health.
However, during my mindfully-infused sessions where I take the time to learn and grow, I’ve noticed an
uncomfortable trend – comparison. We all do it, but it’s in varying degrees of
intensity. I’ve often wished that I could live in a warm country like my hugely
successful cousin, Becky. Or that I drove a super sexy Land Rover Evoque like my
bestie, Liz. These are the kind of
comparisons that are merely fleeting thoughts rather than crippling destruction
for our self-esteem. I love these thoughts
because they shape my ambitions. I want
to earn enough to buy a lovely car, and I
want to travel to interesting places.
In
January I bought a
