"To say I'm nowhere, doing nothing, with nobody, because I can't stop comparing myself to others, is a disservice to the little life I've built."
That line hit hard. I've been building a Substack for 3 weeks, and half the time I wonder if I'm "doing enough" compared to creators with thousands of subscribers.
But you're right — the comparison trap makes us forget what we've actually built. The quiet moments. The real connections. The small life we love.
Your writing has this vulnerability that most people are too scared to show. The twist at the end wasn't just clever — it was necessary. It reframed everything.
"Fuzzy pink carpet that's housed numerous board game nights" — that's the stuff that actually matters. Not the highlight reel. The lived-in moments.
Thank you for writing this. I needed to read it today.
This stopped me in my tracks.
"To say I'm nowhere, doing nothing, with nobody, because I can't stop comparing myself to others, is a disservice to the little life I've built."
That line hit hard. I've been building a Substack for 3 weeks, and half the time I wonder if I'm "doing enough" compared to creators with thousands of subscribers.
But you're right — the comparison trap makes us forget what we've actually built. The quiet moments. The real connections. The small life we love.
Your writing has this vulnerability that most people are too scared to show. The twist at the end wasn't just clever — it was necessary. It reframed everything.
"Fuzzy pink carpet that's housed numerous board game nights" — that's the stuff that actually matters. Not the highlight reel. The lived-in moments.
Thank you for writing this. I needed to read it today.
lets go the cowbunga stuck!!
awesome i love this sm <3
Love the twist
I LOVE THIS EM! i want to see all your seasonal mugs!
loved this sm 🫶
Love this so much 💚
love the twist 💚 i also have a draft about being “nowhere” and it also can’t help but admit that nowhere is always somewhere!