Comparison Is The Thief Of Joy

Comparison Is The Thief Of Joy


Oh how true it is that ‘comparison is the thief of joy.’ I, like many people, am often to be found with my phone close to hand. Given a spare minute or two I find myself, more often than not, reaching for my phone and idly scrolling through social media sites; Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and reading through my Bloglovin’ feed.

Whilst this doesn’t sound too horrific, it becomes more of an issue when it happens regularly. Definitely too regularly in my case.

I find myself whiling away the time looking through images and hearing about others’, more perfect, lives. Now I’m not a stupid woman, I’m well aware these posts are edited to within an inch of their lives to only show that perfection. I can’t however stop myself from comparing myself to them.

My living room which is filled with trinkets and vintage knick knacks (and is definitely overdue a hoovering) doesn’t look like the immaculate white Pinterest-worthy offerings. My thick, frizzy hair doesn’t compare to the shiny, sleek tresses presented on screen. My wardrobe is filled with one too many stripey items (and, if I’m honest, a bit of broken glass from a nail polish based incident earlier this week.) It doesn’t look immaculate with designer items sitting side by side in a colour coded manner.

If I force myself to step back I know that I’m happy with my cluttered, less than perfect life. I just need to remind myself of that when I get sucked into the comparison trap.

I need my internal voice to give me a kick up the arse on occasion, to tell me to, “Pick up a book, Rebecca. Stop comparing yourself to others, you’re doing just fine.”

And I am. Bloody online comparison, it sucks me in every time!

2 thoughts on “Comparison Is The Thief Of Joy”

  1. I love the image that tops this post, and have to say I agree wholeheartedly. I used to enjoy reading home and interiors mags, until I realised that I’d always put them down and feel depressed afterwards. My home isn’t perfect, and it’s definitely never clean and tidy, but it’s still home and comparing it to perfect magazine spreads was doing me no good.


    1. I’m so glad I’m not the only one who falls into the comparison trap. It’s also reassuring to hear I’m not the only one who rarely lives in an immaculately clean house!


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