As I watch dancer after dancer float, or stomp, across the stage, I can’t help but compare myself to them.
My mind says terribe things.
They are so much skinnier than me.
They move so much more gracefully than me.
They’re so much better at dancing.
I should be that flexible.
I try to find reasons why. They pay way more money than I do.
They put in more hours.
They try harder.
They have a different goal.
That doesn’t always work and I blame myself.
I need to work harder.
I need to break myself to reach that.
But then I backtrack.
I try so hard.
I am a healthy person.
My life is just as full as theirs.
I have a creative outlet.
Then I start to feel bad for these broken dancers.
So much pressure.
So many people judging every move.
So many things to balance in everyday life.
I have my goals, they have theirs. Mine aren’t set as high so I can perfect what I do. I learn, they learn. We all can coexist without a reason for who is better.