Compare and contrast 1



Retreat

I recently went on a weekend creative retreat. Just me and 72 other women, meeting together to be inspired and challenged in our creative endeavours. There were artists, photographers, writers, singers and musicians. There were creative entrepreneurs, poets and event stylists. There were speakers, journalists, florists, and bakers.

There were people who had written loads of books, and there were those who had written none. There were people who had written albums, and those who had written only one song. There were those that were using their art to provide for their family and those who were just trying to find what they really want to do.

It was diverse, it was beautiful, and it was challenging.

You see walking into the room with those 72 other talented women, awoke all the insecurities in me. “You dare to call yourself a writer, you haven’t published books like her, and you haven’t studied the craft like her, and you don’t even know how to craft a beautiful phrase like her”. It all rose up within me, this ugly mess of compare and contrast, with a healthy dose of low self-esteem thrown in for good measure.

Insecure; anxious or afraid; not confident or certain; not adequately protected (of a building); unstable or shaky

Isn’t that definition so accurate? Especially the one of a building not being adequately protected? I felt like I was crumbling, that my foundations were unstable. I was full of anxiety and fear, and I was questioning why I was there and in fact what I was doing writing at all.

But as I got to know these women, as we shared over the course of the weekend. As we moved beyond the surface of “what do you do” and exposed a little of our souls, and our hearts; I discovered that I wasn’t the only one feeling this way that weekend. Pretty much of all of us walked into that room comparing ourselves with someone else. We were all a mess of anxiety and fear.

And slowly as we shared more, I discovered that actually my calling and my assignment; my writing and my voice are for my message and my audience. And the girl sitting next to me, her message is totally different and for another audience altogether. I discovered that in fact we weren’t in a compare and contrast situation.

And freedom came from that realisation. The freedom that comes from knowing we all have a unique voice, we all have a unique assignment and that we all have our own road to walk.

The opposite of insecure is of course secure:

Secure: free from danger, damage; free from fear, care; in safe custody; not likely to fail, become loose; able to be relied on; to make or become free from danger, fear; to make fast or firm; to make or become certain; to assure; to make safe from attack

Did you notice how many times the definition above, mentioned freedom and safety? If I stand secure in my own voice, and my own calling, and my own journey then I am free from the anxiety and fear that comes from a compare and contrast life. If I trust that my path is for me, and her path is for her, then I don’t find myself crumbling and shaky but rather strong and safe.

You see the compare and contrast life has you stopped on your path, looking to the side, to see what she is doing and how far ahead he is. But when you live a life where you lift up your head and you focus on your path, then you are free to encourage others, safe and sure in your footing, and your assignment and you can use your energy to get to your destination.

there’s a crowd in my way

pushing and shoving

and making my life uncomfortable

 

I just caught a glimpse

of fear

and over there

worry

and right by my shoulder

with his elbow in my side

anxiety

 

they’re overwhelming me

pulling me down

 

and somehow

almost involuntarily

I look up

 

and see the great expanse of sky

and the hills in the distance

and I realise that I have somewhere

to go

someplace to be

 

so I get up

I walk right through

the crowd

I go on my way

 

Jodie McCarthy


About Jodie McCarthy

Jodie is a full time mother, part-time writer and sometime poet. As a third culture kid she lived in Europe and Asia for ten years. While now living happily in Perth with her husband and two daughters, the travel bug has never left her. She writes about the journey of life: the beautiful; the painful; the everyday; and the mundane. She has a heart for encouraging others wherever they are on their journey. On the days when she is not writing you will find her in her kitchen, usually licking the beaters from a chocolate cake. You can follow her journey at onlyhalfwaythere.net


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