comparison trap. I didn't mean to, honestly. I do my best to be a comparison free zone when it comes to blogging. I don't keep track of subscriber numbers, I almost never check my sitemeter, and I try to enjoy each person and what they bring here and not get caught up in a blog building frenzy. I focus on my thing and let others focus on theirs. But every once in a great while, (and thankfully it is really, really rare for me) I get snagged in the comparisons of the blogosphere because obviously the collective talent out there is mind-blowing.
whenever I stop. Inspiring, and filled with encouragement and great
tips, this blog has exploded in the span of time I've also been
blogging. Every photo is worthy of magazine space. And as I read all
of the places this blog had been featured and or promoted and everything
that goes along with that, I began swimming in the sea of self-defeat.
magazine perfect and such, and gave a run
down of photography advice that had me cringing since I do a lot of her
"dont's" in the name of artistic liberty and personal preference.
Oops. While her intent was to help, (and I can easily see where she was
headed with this advice on making all things lovely, and following
certain rules of photography) I began to swirl a little bit, into the
abyss of I'm-not-ever-going-to-be-a-rock-star-like-her-and-why-in-the--heck-do-I-even-try-for-Pete's-sake??
You want to know something... nobody ever felt better about themselves by comparing anything with anybody.
Oh sure if you're better than the person you're comparing yourself too,
you might puff up and feel great for a minute... but deep in your
heart, you know what's really making you feel great (pride) won't last
and you'll feel crummy the second someone else bests you. That's
because pride is a liar and self-defeat is lousy company.
when it's close to any of those things.
The truth is... life is pretty freaking awesome all on it's own... but:
my husband and I argue on occasion and frankly don't like one another
very well until things are settled. And I don't always advertise that in
Sometimes my kids throw bikes into bushes when
they get mad at me while I'm running because I'm not handling a pesky
sibling the way they'd like and I have to stop and do some on-the-trail
disciplining. And I don't always post about it in my blog.
Sometimes cake is dry and frosting looks crappy and I don't photograph it for my blog.
Sometimes I put my laundry on the couch and ignore it for half a day. And I don't tell anyone on my blog.
Sometimes my photos suck and nothing can be done about it. So I don't blog that day.
Sometimes parties and gatherings aren't a big success. And I don't splash them all over my blog.
Sometimes misunderstandings happen. And you can't always talk about every detail (or even want to) on a blog.
Sometimes I don't pray and I ignore God. And I don't listen to my own advice and encouragement from this blog.
Sometimes I say or think the wrong thing. And sometimes I say it wrong on my blog.
compared to other people. Yes, there are places that stage and photo shop every single photo they put out there and that makes it seems like they never have a bad hair day and life is perfect and polished... but it's not. I know it's not. And so do you. If I'm honest I'd love to live a magazine-perfect and consistently staged life every now and then... (who wouldn't sometimes?) But I don't. I can't. and I won't. Sometimes I make it pretty for pretty's sake but we all know that's not real life all. the. time. I promise that I'll never pretend it is. I may not show every nasty detail of my life, but I also won't lie and say I don't have them. Oh boy, do I have them! I want you to be encouraged every time you come here knowing that if you see a photo of my spotlessly looking kitchen, I'm probably not showing you the laundry all over my couch (or my closet- like daily) and I might have just yelled at my kids in a bad-mommy-101 moment. Not. Perfect. I never want anyone who reads LMM to think I've got it all together. Every one of my girlfriends would nod their heads and agree wholeheartedly when I tell you that I don't.
I said all of that, not to squeeze compliments out of you guys, but to remind us ALL that comparing the perceived perfection and what works for another person to our own situations will always twist the reality, steal our joy and make us feel worse. We have value and worth and we can rest in the fact that though all of us are far from perfect, we've been redeemed by One who is. And we can play by our own rules.
Tell me... have you ever fallen into this blog comparison trap?