I saw the most hilarious meme on Facebook the other day. It stated: “No tattoos for me. My body is a temple.” In response, the caption reads, “Temples:” and the photo is of a very ornate cathedral full of intricate works of art.
I’ve been having a hard time lately, comparing myself with people two to three decades older than me. On days when my pain is especially bad and my joints aren’t cooperating, it’s hard to see a 60-year-old who can move better than me. On days when I compare myself to people like this, I tend to get depressed. And therein lies the problem: we have to stop comparing, because wherever we are, we are good enough.