Nadia Murad is 25 years old. She won a Nobel Peace prize this year.
As of today, I am 25 years old. I have no Nobel Peace Prize. Heck, I barely have a retirement plan *squeals with delight at whopping $0.10 growth on Roth IRA* I did, however, start flossing nightly again this year, so there’s that.
And that’s something. It’s not a Nobel-Peace-Prize-sized something, but it’s something.
Nadia Murad is amazing, courageous and heroic but her story is not something to envy. Nadia Murad fought to change the world with her words after living through almost (but not for Nadia) unspeakable horrors. Nadia Murad is nothing short of a hero... but her story is not something to envy
No one’s is.
Before turning on NPR this morning, a Nobel Prize wasn't even on my radar let alone adding to the weight of my quarter life crisis. That's the thing about envy and comparison: they distract us. They push us off course and keep us from showing up for our own lives. Of course flossing wasn’t the only thing I did over the last year but you know what? Flossing might not be the highlight of my year or worth a whole lot in the grand scheme of life, but it required showing up every day, even when I was tried, sad, or a little tipsy (the usual suspects of previous year’s dental hygiene goal failures).
I knew I’d be sad if I didn’t write on my 25th birthday, so here I am: showing up. It might not be perfect but it is.