Last week, I made a comment on a gardening video that I had planting more than 100 cloves of garlic in November. I was proud of that accomplishment because I had started two autumns ago with only a few bulbs. Someone commented on my comment and said they had planted more. I think it was around 300.
When I read the comment, my first reaction was disappointment in myself for not having planted as many as they had. Then I thought about my remarkable garlic journey. I keep track of it on my McGyver blog, and the latest update is here: Midgarden Garlic Update.
For me, my garlic journey has been a success, and I am proud of what I have accomplished. It was wrong of me to diminish that accomplishment because someone had done more.
The philosophy I apply to my writing is that my only competition is the writer I was last year. I can strive to do no better than Diane of 2020. Striving to be better than anyone else is futile. There will always be someone who writes more books, writes better books, sells more books and plants more garlic. Just when you think you’ve made it to the top, you look around and see someone either at eye level or on a higher level. It’s a waste of time and positive energy to compete against the world.
As we end this year and begin 2022, I suggest a challenge for you is to be better than you were in 2021. I wonder what the world would be like if we all strived to be better versions of ourselves instead of competing with impossible odds. We might just be happier.