comparison

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Teddy Roosevelt said,
"Comparison is the thief of joy."
Here lies the bane of my existence...
if I really understand what that means.

I've been selling for months now
this and that.
that and this.
After catching my breath post-baby,
I have been able to hone in on
a hearty source of my anxiety.

Sales.

I don't have any sales this month.
Not a single one.
It doesn't matter to me
as far as priorities go,
but I'm watching people around me
busting at the seams with sales.

It's not the money.
It's the comparison.
I'm no good... at this.
I'm not successful... at selling.
I should work harder... to get more sales.
Be more focused... on selling.
I could do it if I had more time.
I should.
I would.
I could.
But...I'm not going to.

When I am focused on sales,
I'm NOT focused on
things that matter.
When I'm not focused on
things that matter
I'm discontent.
And my family suffers.
And my house suffers.
And even the money doesn't seem to matter.

When it comes down to it,
what matters
happens
when I
seek first the kingdom of God
and His righteousness.

I'm not having it.
He determines my worth;
not sales,
not success in sales,
not anything even in that ballpark.

I live unshackled to this life.
I'm free.

lvb

 *photo from litemind.com

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