That got me thinking. Well that as well as a pretty intense conversation I had with a friend the other night, discussing a problem she's encountered that made my worries of the day seem insignificant. It got me thinking about the law of relativity and how we'd all do well every once in a while to stop, get our perspective back into place, and then get on with things.
When I was still living in Cambridge, I was the crazy runner at work. The colleagues I had
Take CrossFit. It has taken me a bit over two months of pig-headed determination to manage to do three strict pull ups, that is no bands, no swinging, just my own strength to get my chin over the bar. Three times, uninterrupted. Now, to many of my non-CrossFitting friends, particularly the ladies, that's pretty darn awesome. And I do feel very pleased with myself for finally getting there (though it's not the end of the journey). When I'm at the box to work out, however, there are my CrossFit buddies (and yes, I'm talking the girls) who bang out ten and more strict pull ups like it's their job. Compared to them I still look like a kindergartner.
All of this doesn't just apply to running, your speed, your strength, your PBs and what not. It applies across the board to all aspects of life.
There is nothing wrong with a healthy sense of competition, when you use someone else's performance or accomplishment as a driving force to do better yourself. In fact, that can be quite helpful. We've all been in a race where we just could not let that person in front of us finish ahead of us, whether it was because we didn't like their knee-high socks, their shirt, their perfectly bouncy ponytail or because they simply were too old to beat us. In the moment, we cling on to anything to dig just a little deeper. These people might be perfectly nice but in that moment they give us the drive to push a little harder.
So whenever we feel particularly low, it would probably serve us well to take a step back and re-evaluate. I don't mean to say that we're not entitled to feeling the way we do in any given situation. Go ahead, bitch, moan, have a whine, but then try to gain some perspective and you'll realize that in 90% of all cases, things aren't quite as bad as they seemed.
One more thing, all of this is also down to context. You take a third-world starving family out of their village and plop them into my house, I guarantee you that whoever is in charge of the kitchen will, before too long, get just as annoyed with the Tupperware shelf as I am most of the time. But then I do have to remind myself that I'm lucky to even have 30-something different Tupperware containers with 40-something different lids and then things just don't look as bad anymore.
And on that deep note, I wish you all a fantabulous week.