Read That Again

“Comparison is the thief of joy.” It’s funny to think about that phrase. I read it and say to myself, there are no truer words than those. But then it happens. I fall right back into that mental self-talk that is just not the greatest for me to hear. It’s a never-ending process of talking to myself then talking myself out of talking to myself this way, because I know it’s not good for me, right? What benefit could I possibly have from telling myself, “you’re still not on their level”, “you need to start training harder to catch up”, “why am I not better at this stuff? She just started!!”. Comparison is the thief of joy. For those that don’t know, I’ve been in the CrossFit game a little while. I started at the ripe age of 21, March 2014. Like many of us I found CrossFit somewhat accidentally and immediately fell in love with it. I was a varsity softball player in high school, played intramurals in college, and just fell off being physically active. When I was challenged to try

It's amazing what self reflection can do. Some days I look at my life and compare it to others and get envious. I see people out, having a grand old time, while I'm working my ass off to write 3 papers, get to work on time, keep my energy up for my second job, and try to be asleep by 10pm on a regular basis. I get jealous watching these insta stories thinking why don't I go out and have fun? Why can't I do that?  But then I think, why do you really even want to do that? So you can post a cool story? To show the world that you're cool and can have fun? Bitch, we aint in high school any more! LET. IT. GO. There is no need to compare to others, because let's be honest, life has shown us that beyond the instagram posts and facebook statuses we're all struggling with something a little deeper inside.  As I'm sure you've seen, May is mental health awareness month. I figured what better time to bring back my love for blogging and telling my own battl