When I get back from a celebration, I start doubting the story I’ve made up about myself.
After a celebration, I find myself comparing my life with other people’s, even choices that felt right at the time.
Scenes
- When I get home, my life feels smaller. — I come back from the celebration smiling, but once I’m home, I hear, “What’s wrong with me?”
- Someone else’s news becomes my yardstick — After hearing someone’s good news at the table, I start measuring my life against their pace.
- I add meaning to the facts — “They got promoted” is what happened. “I’m falling behind” is the meaning I gave it.
- Tonight, let’s separate one line — If you wrote, “I’m falling behind,” try writing what happened and the meaning you gave it, one line each.
- My life has its own pace — Someone else’s news belongs to their day. Think of one thing that’s still yours to do.
Stories by Dalbit
- Dalbit
- When a notification comes in, my shoulders tense up first.
- On payday, I want to ask how you are first
- When I think of my child’s report card, I end up grading myself too.
- After hearing about my friend, my own day feels small.
- Even in the salon mirror, the silence between me and my husband follows me.
- Folding laundry, I start worrying about my child again
- In the family chat, it’s always Mom who speaks
- When the elevator doors close, I want a moment alone.