I’m a thinker, worrier, overanalyser.
Over a year ago, I reminded myself that life is not a race.
But can I stop comparing myself to others? Hell no.
I pat myself on the back when I look at people around me having unwanted children, taking too long to finish their degree, and generally not having their shit together. (Yeah, I said it. I’m not going to pretend I don’t make judgement calls.)
And then I swallow my envy when others more than double their salary to nearly six figures a year after graduation, spend all their savings on travel, find rich and handsome partners, buy houses by 25.
I trek the path of full personal independence – partly by circumstance, partly by choice.
I chose noncorporate work that I love and am good at, even if it will never make me rich. I make enough, and a job I enjoy is worth infinitely more than a lucrative one that would stress me out.
I found a partner who would do anything for me, even if he doesn’t have a life plan all worked out.
My life is largely what I make of it. Every decision has an opportunity cost. Suck it up, E.