Comparison is the thief of joy

I’ve wasted the last 72 hours of myself being all riled up by an article I read on the lovely interwebs. Then of course, my feed blows up with similar junk (it’s scary to me how that happens…like because I work at a university, that university’s advertisements are all over my facebook. Weird). All of these messages are screaming at me that I am not enough. I am not hungry (well, I AM hungry, but not the RIGHT kind), I could save more money on car insurance, PASSION, vocation, career, life hacks to save you two seconds in the morning… Blah, blah, blah!

Then, I saw this image and reposted it on instagram (you know, that other social media thing that needs to be constantly fed to help me perpetuate my “brand”). It’s from @emilymcdowell. Check her out here. Good stuff.

Preach.

Preach.

I also shared said article with my spouse and some friends. The best advice I got FROM THEM was this: take what works for you, discard the rest.

Ahhh. Yes. I know this. In my core, when I am tuned in to MY internal voice, I know this. Advice is only good when someone follows it. So, why was I comparing myself to everyone on the internet, most of whom I don’t know, and then trying to force their advice onto my life? I’ve been comparing myself to:

  • single women
  • single women without children
  • divorced women
  • married women with no kids
  • married women with one kid (one is one, two is ten!)
  • empty-nesters
  • working moms with live-in nannies
  • working moms with stay-at-home partners
  • working moms with cleaning ladies
  • mompreneurs
  • solopreneurs
  • married-preneurs

There is NOTHING wrong with any of these people. But comparing myself, my life, my “career” to theirs makes me feel less than and robs me of my joy. I’m NOT them, so I need to stop idealizing and idolizing their lives. My journey is mine alone.

I took facebook off my phone a long time ago. Finally took twitter off last night, too. If instagram gets catty & pushy like twitter, then that sucker’s next!

I know who I am. I know who my tribe is. I need to fill my feed and my soul with news from THEM.

Where do you see yourself in 5 or 10 years?

This is the second post in the #SAMid series. Jason Meier shares his thoughts about answering the ever-present “what’s next” questions. Thank you, Jason.

When you’re preparing for your first job out of grad school, well-meaning professionals will tell you to expect this question –

Where do you see yourself in 5 and 10 years?

As a young, eager grad student, I had great answers for this question. In five years, I would be working at a large state institution overseeing the student activities board (check!). In ten years, I would be Director of Student Activities at a school on the east coast (check!).

Now, almost five years into my job as Director of Student Activities at a small, private institution in downtown Boston, I’m vexed. I did what I said I wanted to do. But that’s the problem. I did exactly what I wanted to do, but sometimes I feel others didn’t let me enjoy it.

  • Day one in my current position people started asking me about what comes next.
  • Day one in my current position people started asking me when/where I’d start working on my Ph.D.
  • Day one in my current position people started asking me if I wanted to become a Dean or even a President of a college.

The more I think about this, the sadder this becomes. How could I ever enjoy the fruits of reaching my own professional goals when people wanted to know what would come next?

That, of course, leads me to a series of questions:

  • Why do we place so much pressure on professionals to constantly be moving up?
  • Why do we assume that everyone needs or wants a Ph.D?
  • Why do we assume that everyone wants to be a Senior Student Affairs Officer?

Because we’re trained to push our students to be their best, we push other professionals to constantly achieve. We do it without thought or regard to what those individuals want.

  • Maybe that professional is coming off of a major life change and wants to enjoy their new job. Maybe they need some time to process and digest.
  • Maybe that professional really struggles with taking classes or can’t afford tuition for a Ph.D. Or even more so, maybe that professional sees no added life value for working on a Ph.D.
  • Maybe that professional enjoys the work they are doing currently and has no desire to move elsewhere at this time.

These pressures can manifest in any number of ways. As a professional experiencing these pressures, it makes me question my own judgement. It makes me doubt my own abilities and it makes me doubt my own commitment to the field. I’m not a bad professional for not wanting these things but it can be hard not to feel that way when others give me a look of confusion when I say I like where I am.

  • No one teaches you how to enjoy the position you’ve set out to get.
  • No one teaches you how to reflect on the work behind you.
  • No one teaches to reflect back so you can make your present better, so you can learn from your mistakes and not make them again.
  • No one teaches you to take a breath.

More specifically, no one lets you enjoy the position you’ve set out to get. No one lets you reflect on the work behind you. No one lets you take a breath.

So, I fight. I loudly proclaim my professional intentions and share the joy in my current position. I loudly proclaim my reasons for not pursuing a Ph.D or Ed.D. I loudly proclaim my intent to stay in this professional orbit for as long as possible.

As I sit in the position of being a mid-level pro, I still don’t know what I want.

  • I know that I want to enjoy the position I’ve aspired to achieve without the pressure of keeping an eye out on what comes next.
  • I know I don’t want a terminal degree. I’ve decided to be selfish with my time and my money, instead using that time to explore and enjoy where I’m at and the people I’m around.
  • I know that I don’t want to be a college president. I want to push and challenge from the middle.

I do know I want to let others enjoy the view from the middle. So I challenge you to do the same.

  • Let others celebrate promotions or new positions and to enjoy the challenges that comes with a new position without asking what comes next.
  • Don’t make blanket statements about the importance of terminal degrees for all positions. Not everyone needs or wants a terminal degree.
  • Understand that some people don’t aspire to senior-level positions and don’t judge them for staying in current positions. You may not fully understand their situation.

And most important, enjoy the view.

Jason Meier

Jason Meier is doing his best to enjoy his experience and time Emerson College right now. Located in Boston, Emerson College devotes itself to the study of communication, while bringing innovation to communication and the arts. In his spare time, you can find Jason awkwardly dancing at a concert, exploring the local food scene or hanging out with his cat, Lil’ Poundcake. Continue the conversation with Jason on Twitter at @jasonrobert.

Things that make me want to quit the internet

Husband shaming. I get it. You’re just trying to be funny. You’re venting. But you chose the man. No one forced you. Your online whining about him says more about you than him. Chances are he’s not the oof that you’re making him out to be and you really love him. But if you’re baiting people with funny headlines just to get clicks and this is all you write, then how do people know what to believe?

Kid shaming. You chose to be a parent. If they’re brats, it’s because you made them that way. Children come out of the womb innocent and pure. Everything they know is learned behavior. How to behave (or not), how to love, how to apologize (or not), how to follow rules (or not), how to act in restaurants (or not). Maybe they’re acting out because they want your time and attention…? Although the fast pace of current society would have us believe that nothing lasts forever, we all know that’s not true. Your blog will live forever. What if your kid sees what you wrote? How will you explain that you threw them under the bus to get some laughs?

People who treat their pets better than their kids. 

People who treat their pets like their kids. No. Just no.

Non-parents who offer parenting advice. Feel free to continue to talk about us behind our backs, but unless you’ve walked a mile in these parenting shoes, please keep your tips to yourself. And suggesting sterilization isn’t cute or funny. It’s crass and offensive.

Woman-on-woman shaming. 

People who write drivel about introverts being shy and awkward. Nope. It’s energy. Introverts are energized by the inner world of thoughts and ideas and find most small talk a waste of time. We’re not shy. We’re not awkward. We’re just different. Please move on.

Life hacks. If it were really that big of a life hack, someone would’ve figured it out already. And why is everything a shortcut? Shit doesn’t just happen. Thou shalt hustle.

Posts telling me how to feel. “Just try to not lose it when this celebrity gets married for the fifth time. You’ll bawl your eyes out!” Um, no I won’t. I’ve bawled my eyes out. It was not over a celebrity nor will it ever be.

National (insert stupid food here) day! If every day is special, then nothing is special. If everything is a crisis then nothing is a crisis. Can we all just chill the hell out?

Ads telling me I need to lose weight.

Ads selling me products to help me lose weight.

Grammatical errors.

Typos. Spellcheck, people. Learn it, know it, use it!

ALL THE CAPS! The exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The emojis (didn’t they used to be emoticons?). Enough already.

Trolls.

Racism.

Misogyny.

Whiners. Whoops.