‘Comparison is the thief of joy’

“Comparison is the thief of joy.” —Theodore Roosevelt

I’ve really wanted to write something about this ‘topic’ for a while but I haven’t known how to approach it without one: sounding like a moaning myrtle and two: Pride, my star sign being a Leo, it’s a major issue for me and admitting/stating that I compare myself to everyone and everything is a bit of a dent to it. While I sit and write this I can think of numerous times where I’ve thought the following; ‘they’re better than me’ oooor, ‘I wish I looked like them’ oooor ‘wish I was them’. For me it is simply a character flaw hidden somewhere in my head.

Nonetheless, as I’ve heard even just writing things down boosts positive thinking and this is why I’ve decided to actually write this post, I’m not really a person who likes to say how they feel I just ‘get on with it’, as some of my friends know, I used to live by ‘emotions show weakness’. But I am almost certain I’m not the only person who has felt like this at some point in their life.

I have discovered there are an infinite number of things upon which we can compare ourselves and an almost infinite number of people to compare ourselves to. Once we begin down that road, we never find an end.

I have always thought that others had more or were better than me because they were luckier/smarter/prettier/skinnier than I was. I felt like I have lived in the shadows of those around me, but the truth is – I put myself in the corner with my constant lack of self-confidence.

But the only thing I have learnt is that comparison robs us of what actually matters. We each get 86,400 seconds each day. And using even one to compare ourselves or our accomplishments/pay packets/looks to another is one second too many.

When really all I ever need to tell myself is:

The only person I should try to be better than is the person I was yesterday.

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SNOWDON AKA’ SNOWDRONE

“Shall we climb Snowdon” – the four words that sounded exciting whilst sat comfortably chatting in the warmth.

And in actually fact, it was a cracking idea.

At 1,085 meters, Mount Snowdon is the tallest mountain in Wales and taller than hiking enthusiasts in the UK.

 

Check out the drone footage from Snowdon: 

 

 

Well what we weren’t initially prepared for was the long journey to Wales; Google Maps had us down for a looooong 5 hour 40 min drive from Colchester. Including a pit stop god knows where, it took around 7 hours.

After that journey, I have never been so relieved to see our camp site for the two days (Llyn Gwynant) which all I can say was the most scenic camp site I have ever seen.

I mean c’mon:

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After about 6 hours sleep (normally I need about 12 to feel normal) we awoke to a cold, damp campsite, but somehow we found the motivation to get up and drive to Pen-y-Pass arriving around 8:30 and the car park was already FULL. So we had to find a place to park the car which ended up being 1.5 miles away, adding 3 miles on to our already 8 mile journey.

We took the Miners track, this track starts off gentle (or as gentle as can be) as for a couple of miles it’s just a slight gradient, however after a few miles this all changes, the incline becomes VERY noticeable as it includes, many steps and climbing but if I can do it, everyone can…If you fancy taking this route, you will want to park in the Pen-y-Pass car park. Post Code: LL55 4NU.

The views as we got higher just got better and better – plus it was so peaceful to be in the middle of nowhere without having to think about anything other than keeping going, after three hours, we reached the summit of Snowdon, anyone who has ever climbed a mountain can agree that arriving at the summit is an amazing feeling, especially when the last part of the climb is the most difficult.