Comparison Kills Contentment

This morning, I saw a fit-looking man as I headed into the barbell area at the gym, and I subtly checked out how much weight he was using for his workout. God help me, and I know what I’m about to say sounds stupid and superficial, but I felt a little superior when I saw that I was lifting much more than this fit-looking young man –That is until I saw the guy behind him, a guy who could not have weighed more than 130 pounds fully dressed and wet, and that skinny, scrawny kid, who appeared to be all hair and bones, was out-lifting me. Do you know what happened to my contentment level at that moment? PFFFFFT!