Let's Not Compare Thee to A Summer's Day

The other day, I saw a quote that really resonated with me:

"Comparison is the thief of joy."


It hit me like whoa. Of course I've heard similar things before, but for some reason this particular wording really hit me. Comparison is the thief of joy. Just let that sink in.

Comparison is the thief of joy.

That's crazy. Because it's true! At least in my experience it is.

I'll be the first to admit that I get jealous of people. What they have. What they look like. What they're doing. Where they're working. Their perfect life. Okay, no one's life is perfect. I'm very aware of this, but can we just take a moment and admit that some people's lives are closer to it than others?

Now that that's out of the way.

I'm going to blame a lot of this comparison on social media. I spend quite a bit of time online. 

It's crazy when I realize that I've been on my computer for hours with no specific task to complete. I feel better about it when I get online to look at jobs or do a little online shopping or to look something up (yes, I still actually get on my computer to look stuff up occasionally!).

I want to know what people are up to. Where they're working, who they're dating, what they're doing tonight. But on the other hand, I don't want to know anything.

It can be absolutely depressing to see how happy other people are all the time and how awesome their lives appear. That sounds insane, but it's true. I'm perfectly fine with my life until I peek on Facebook and see that everyone else's lives are just a little bit better, a little fuller, a little richer.

I heard somewhere that you can't compare your entire life to everyone else's highlight reel.

SO. FRIGGIN. TRUE.

People don't post bad things on Facebook. They don't wake up in the morning and post about how awful their makeup from the night before looks or how horrible their morning breath is.

No. They just don't do it. And when people do post negative things, there is ALWAYS a reason behind it. They want people to show them support or sympathy, or they want them to make them feel like the sun shines out their ass, "Oh you could never do anything wrong!" "It's not your fault!" "You are a beautiful person inside and out."

Puh-lease. I see right through it. Everything is posted with a purpose.

There are SOME people that I do want to see every day. I want to know what they're doing. I've thought about going on a purge, and leaving only about 10 people on my Facebook, but that seems like bad business sense for some endeavors I may want to pursue in the future. So maybe I'll just unfollow...

I just need to remember that not everything actually is the way it appears online. I have no idea what it's really like, but it's just hard to keep it in perspective sometimes.

Until I figure it all out, I'll just keep trying to remember that. So do whatever makes you happy. In the end, that's all you really can (and should) do.

XOXO, Ness

It's All Over But the Crying

I got my degree. That's a weird thing to say. It's a goal I've had for as long as I can remember: go to college and get a degree. And now it's done.

I can't think of anything else I've worked this hard for.

And it's just over.

I don't feel sad that I'm done with college, I just can't believe it. This is what I've been planning for for the last, what, 10 years, and now it's here! It's insane. It's easy to talk about my next move, but it's completely another to actually do it. I'm not really sure what my next big goal is, other than getting a job, because this was the biggest thing I think I've ever done in my life.

So the job hunt continues. I know now's not the time to be picky, but I really don't want to hate my job. So my current criteria:

• I'll be good at it
• I won't hate it
• I won't have to be a salesperson
• It's in one of my two desired locations
• Preferably in the communications industry

I don't think that's too much to ask for.

Even though I'm not sold on essentially brainwashing all high school students into believing college is the only way to go, I'm proud of myself. I worked hard for my degree, and despite everything I'm feeling about my career choices right now, I'm glad to have it.

But let's be real, I'm even more glad to be done.

So here's hoping I get a call or an email soon saying, "WE WANT YOU!" Or even just, "Eh, we'll give you a shot." Because that's all I'm asking for!

Til then...

XOXO Ness