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I will not tell you that you are awesome or that I love your writing, although they are both true.
I will say – I often feel the same way.
I understand the comparison thing. It is a dangerous game to play, yet sometimes we simply can’t help ourselves. I, too, am guilty of this game. I am constantly comparing my life to those around me. Shouldn’t we be in a house by now? Shouldn’t I be phoning my friends far away more often? How come I can’t manage to get out of bed just half an hour earlier to make my hair look nice, rather than the normal curly mass it always seems to be? Why can’t I get to the gym every single day rather than just a few days a week? How come I’m not always polite and smiling and sunshine?
I know where you are coming from. You are in my thoughts. I know that I can’t understand the exact situation that you are in, because I am not in it, but from one comparer to another…I get it.
I hope that your 33rd year is one of joy and non-comparisons. I hope it is the year of Meg being Meg…because who you are is probably just who God intends you to be! There are probably hundreds of people that admire YOU and compare themselves to you each and every day!
you are so fantastic to open up like this, to put yourself out there … truly …
i don’t think you have to be cheerful all the time, people will still read you because you write well, because you’re interesting, because you’re you (whoever that is at any given moment)
and wow ~ you have yourself a list of all the things you want to accomplish (your comparison gauge) and how cool is that, that puts you ahead of a lot of people (if you want to play that comparison gauge ~ which i think we all do to some extent)
i really have nothing to offer because i’m not the people i admire either but i like reading you … just saying …
i think everyone does the comparison thing. i know i do. i mean, at 46 years old, i am not living the life i imagined when i was younger. but, life is what it is, and we have to wake up each day and get out of bed and breathe in and out and live.
otherwise, what’s the point?
Maybe I’m weird, but I actually like sad!Meg.
Cheerful people are people, too. True story.
Admitting all these things is better than hiding from them. I’m proud of you for this. Excellent post.
Also, I can’t imagine why people would stop reading because you’re not funny sometimes. I appreciate seeing all sides of you here, not just the super-happy and eternally optimistic. Honestly, that would get a little boring. And I might think you were a robot.
I adore you and your writing, any which way.
Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
—- Dr. Seuss
Breathe. Move. Hold open your arms and feel the love. It’s all over here.
Meg – we all think you’re a prize. Love and best wishes from England.
Love and hugs, Meg.
I have to tell you that I often check you site for inspiration. How can one girl write so well…so often.
I have to tell you that you are one of the funniest, most honest people I’ve read in a long, LONG time.
Most of us don’t care if you are faking it on some days (even alot of days). I (we) feel bad that you don’t feel like yourself all the time…but I think it’s more out of genuine concern….not because it ever shows….or affects the contents of what you put out there for us to enjoy.
I have to tell you that it’s refreshingly and liberating to read about someone who is normal….not perfect….not horrible….but wonderfully normal* in so many important ways.
(* please do not mistake this for me minimizing the fact that you are sick, it must be very hard)
I wish good things for you during this next year. I can’t wait to keep reading along.
Oh Meg, I don’t comment much but I always read your posts,
and though I enjoy the fun and quizzy ones, it’s because of these deep down and honest ones that I became a loyal reader. And I have to thank you for voicing exactly what I’ve been feeling too, and my heart goes out to you because I know how hard it all is. I won’t give you unsolicited advice, but I hope you know you don’t disappoint anyone by writing whats in your heart.
OK, Meg, you need some real practical advice. Advice that will work for you all the way up to and beyond your birthday. So here it is:
When you feel in the mood to compare, just compare yourself to me. You will find, without fail and on every point, that your mood improves :)
You have no idea how many people compare themselves to YOU. I’m guessing a fair amount of your readers wish they had the wherewithall to say the things you’ve just said, much less the ability to know themselves that well. I, for one, find myself envious of your self-knowledge very, very often.
Your kindness and courage in sharing this with ‘us’ is incomparable.
You never, ever disappoint me.
You know we love you. You are truly awesome. And if we get all that we want or achieve everything that we have wanted….then we want too little.
My pathetic attempt at philosophy. :)
Anyways, I think things are always gonna get better.
Just wanted to reitterate what lily said. I’m here everyday…becuase whether you are happy or sad or angry or frustrated or anywhere in between, you are an amazing writer and my breath of fresh air during a long work day. Meg, you are truly amazing…never doubt that!
As Chuck said, Breathe. Open your hands and stretch out your fingers.
Try blogging without an audience cheering you on. ;)
It’s all good Meggie. You’re doing fine. Inanity has its place – do not reject it – embrace it!
A thought on celebrity (because as a person with a following, you are one) – People will act like they know you. They will in their hearts feel they do. They will pour their hearts out to you because they believe you really do care about them. And you very well might, but you still won’t really know them. That can feel dishonest. But it isn’t, because you didn’t choose it. They chose it and it is their illusion. It is up to you how to proceed from there.
I don’t know why I said this. You always encourage me to think thoughts for no apparent reason. And that’s a good thing.
Hey Shane… I didn’t always have an audience! But I wouldn’t dare classify myself as a “celebrity” of any kind. If my friend Eric sees that comment, he’ll take my blog away.
I do actually care about the people that come here, and quite a few of them are people I know in the “real world”, but I think most of us know that there’s only so much you can learn about a person from a blog. Even a blog where being “real” is important. That’s why we build friendships beyond these pixels.
But I can tell you that the only times I feel dishonest here are the times I don’t say what I think.
And THANK YOU to all of you who commented. It’s been a rough, rough time, but everything levels out eventually, right?
I appreciate your words more than you know.
You should end it with a rhyme for honesty. Like “mama’s tea.” Because imagining your Mom smiling over a cup of tea will make you feel better.
*\o/* (cheerleader cheering for you — YAY MEG!)
After (blessedly) never having been a person who compares myself to othrs and feels less-than and put-upon and always only halfway to where I want to be, I’m finding that all of a sudden (in my old age?), all of those feelings are starting to crop up for me. And it sucks. Because, like you, I know intellectually that I have it good, really good, and that most of the angst is completely unnecessary, not to mention unhealthy. But when we feel something, we feel it, and there’s not much we can do to change that. All we can change is what we do with it. I’m trying to figure it out. I think we all are.
Sweetie, you don’t “owe” me anything. This is your blog and if you choose to never write another word in it, that is your choice. But, I would still care, in my internet bloggy way, about you. (((Meg)))