Remember when you were little and your mom had you stand against the wall, drew a mark and then measured how tall you were? If you had siblings, their marks might be a different color and you'd stare at the marks and think about when you'd be that tall. You'd marvel at your own height and be proud of your mark on the wall.
I think life is kind of still like that. Granted, the mark is figurative now rather than literal. But, we still use that old (mental) yard stick to evaluate how much progress we have made. We think about where other people's marks are and when we might get there. Twice today I've had conversations about life's marks and comparing our progress to others. Yes, I think we can all agree that isn't right or necessarily healthy. But, a lot of us do it... especially women. Because if you aren't married or popping out babies, some people judge.
Overall, I'm pretty darn happy with my life. I'm single. I'm not particularly looking to end that singleness. I am happy with my dog and my crafts and my cute little apartment. Yet, sometimes when I get an email about another wedding or another baby I think "what about me?" Mind you, I am pretty happy with my own little path. Life is good for me and to me. My little growth marks on the wall might even be higher than those of some of my friends with the marriage or kiddies. And I remind myself there are multiple walls for each of us; on some we are taller than others. Life is about appreciating the height and working your way through the petiteness.