As I tip off of my early twenties into my later twenties, I can't help but compare every aspect of my life to other people my age. When I spiral into a "I have no time to do anything complex," I retract, refocus and realize that LIFE ISN'T SOME WEIRD COMPETITION WHERE WE JUMP AROUND IN POTATO SACKS RACING TO THE SAME ARBITRARY FINISH LINE.
It's sort of like my favourite guilty pleasure, The Bachelor. I've watched almost every season, wrote essays on the show in university and I always come to the same conclusion: how can 25 women all like the same man? It's impossible. The only reason they like him is become it's a race, a contest, a competition; they want to win a prize.
So instead of being like a bachelor contestant and trying to achieve some sort of twenty-something prize, I'm going to go at my own pace and figure out some sort of path that makes sense for me.
This week's mantra is a bit late, as I've been sick all week with a wicked virus that has left me overdosed on tea and Gilmore Girls. (Has there ever been a cooler TV mom than Lorelai?!) The below mantra emphasizes the importance of understanding that just because people share the same age, doesn't mean they have to share the same life:
"Anyone who imagines that all fruits ripen at the same time as the strawberries knows nothing about grapes.” Paracelsus