I have a competitors…in my head. I secretly watch the successes of a few key peers and stack up how I measure. This is both a good and a bad practice.
The reasons that having a fake competitor (fake meaning the only person who thinks you are competing against each other is you) is that it keeps you on your toes. You watch their successes on Facebook and Twitter, you see how they are doing in life and in business and it motivates you to keep going. You swear to yourself that one day, your company will be as good as theirs. One day your house will be just as sweet. One day , your new baby will definitely be cuter and one day, you’ll look beautiful in a wedding dress and have a big fucking rock on your finger that you will obnoxiously post pictures of on Facebook. I swear the first picture on Facebook of my engagement ring and baby will look like this.
I admit I feel jealous when I see how well others around me are doing. But I believe a little jealousy is a good thing if you can use it as a motivator. But sometimes, I look at all these Facebook pics and status updates of the people I compare myself to and I just feel like shit. Why am I not there yet? What am I doing wrong?
This is the negative side of competition. It’s important to put everything in perspective. Maybe the reason that the person you are stacking yourself up against in business is doing better is because they’ve been in the game longer, haven’t had to deal with the same challenges as you or maybe they come from money which has given them a little extra support along the hard road of entrepreneurship.
When it comes to my friends getting married, I think it’s great and I am happy for them. Yes, I want to be engaged and married but this will happen when it’s supposed to. The fact of the matter is, I can barely keep my head on straight trying to plan my weekly schedules because I am building a business. Throw wedding planning in the mix and I’d be neglecting the thing that means the most to me right now which is my career. And a baby, forget about it. My dog is enough responsibility and there are still so many wonderful handbags and unpractical cars I want to buy.
No T.S. Eliot sadness at the end of the road for this gal. No matter what happens to me, by the end of it all, I’ll be measuring my life out in coffee cups, not spoons and I certainly don’t want to be measuring anything against anyone else. Life’s just too short to give a shit about what the people around you are doing. So the next time you find yourself downward spiralling because your friend just bough a new house or the person who you compare yourself to (the one who hardly knows you exist) just landed a sweet client and seems to be doing “like, super awesome and amazing”, check yourself and put it into perspective. Or just delete them from Facebook.