(Were you humming along with the title?  I was.)

Taylor and I were talkin’ this morning.  I was telling him about a blog I read and how I used to get all insecure when I read it, like I wasn’t doing it as “right” as this person was.  How even when they had struggles it was all “he’s the master and he resolved them, ain’t he great” and I would get to feeling like what we do isn’t that good.

So Taylor says “Are you happy?”

And I’m like “ayup.”

And he says “So fuck ‘em.”

I had to laugh cuz that’s the same conclusion I came to awhile back.  And I realized it’s been a long, long time since anyone has made me feel insecure about the way we do things.  That doesn’t mean I’m not occasionally still insecure — just that I haven’t allowed anyone else to create those feelings/reactions in me.  When it happens it’s all on me, all my own emotion, all in my own head or life instead of being fed by comparisons to someone else.

And that…

That feels fucking good.