It doesn’t always feel like envy.
Sometimes it just feels like… tension.
A quiet question in the back of your mind:
Am I doing enough?
Am I falling behind?
You scroll past a friend’s new house.
You hear about someone’s new job.
You see abs. Announcements. Achievement.
And you smile.
You clap.
But somewhere deeper… you shrink.
That’s the weight of comparison.
It doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes, it whispers:
- “Hurry up.”
- “Try harder.”
- “Be more.”
But comparison has a cost.
It robs you of presence.
It floods your nervous system.
It turns connection into performance.
I’ve paid that price.
Not with dollars…
but with peace.
With focus.
With my own rhythm.
Because every time I measured my life by someone else’s—
I lost sight of what was actually working.
But here’s what no one tells you:
There’s a return on investment when you stop.
You start noticing your own wins.
You enjoy what you have without needing to defend it.
You soften into your pace.
And slowly… life starts feeling like yours again.
Comparison is the tax on not knowing your own worth.
The moment you stop paying it—
everything gets lighter.
That’s the Cushy way.
