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This City Life: Comparison is the Enemy

Sarah is a delightful friend who lives too far away from me (or maybe it's the other way around). Her husband and I were on the same work team for a few years, and before long, this proximity grew into a full-fledged friendship. Her candor, kindness, and quick wit have been blessings in my life time and time again. I read her blog not only for her adorable children (twins Soren and Marlow have just turned 2), but also for her creative organizational skills, her thoughtful approach to living simply and her humour.

With the arrival of Baby #3 just around the corner, Sarah asked a few of her friends to contribute content for the next few weeks of likely chaos…I’m honoured to share some thoughts with all of you and all of her friends…

These thoughts on comparison have been ruminating through my heart and my mind for weeks now. There’s more to say (there’s always more to say), but let’s start here, on Sarah’s blog, okay?

And to those of you who are here because you followed Sarah's link - welcome! Poke around, ask me questions, browse on through... 

But if I can, I will admit that I did not I anticipate my late twenties would look like this. And I will also admit, I fear that in another ten years, sadness will take root, and the occasional loneliness I currently know will become something more sinister.
There is also another deep fear.
I fear being left behind by the friends I love, the women who help hold me together whose lives now hold a spouse, and maybe kids. It has already happened with some friendships, and when I see the edges of even a peripheral friendship start to fray, I find myself breathing faster, panicked.




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  1. Anonymous9:07 AM

    Lots to think about, thanks for sharing! I'm looking forward to spending some time with you in the coming week :)

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