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Because honestly, sometimes I actually DO suffer from that whiny nagging voice inside called comparison, jealousy and the realization that I, in fact, am not Beyonce.
Clearly, I don't really want to be her. I live a blessed and wonderful life.
But it is definitely easy to look at others from the outside and think they somehow have it easier or better.
So here's the thing...
I am not Beyonce.
I am Katie. Mama, wife, daughter, friend. I'm an introvert who is often insecure about all sorts of normal things. I sometimes wonder if I'm a good mom or if my business is growing fast enough. I feel guilty that I don't work out enough. I get overwhelmed sometimes by the amount of things I have chosen to put on my plate. I sometimes get lazy and just watch an episode of an old tv show while tucked warmly under a blanket because I am always cold now that it's dark and the temps are falling.
I don't have a personal trainer, chef, driver, stylist or assistant.
Maybe one day, but for now I just have faith.
Because as Joyce Meyer says, "I may not be where I want to be, but thank God I'm not where I used to be."
It's tempting to wish for the perfect this or that, but really... I am not Beyonce and that is perfectly fine.
In the meantime, I'll just be rocking out to this.