There are some days that I compare my path with others. "Daniel Craig wasn't a big star until he was forty-whatever. And Rachel Dratch is 46 and just had a kid." And some days it makes me feel good. Most days it makes me feel icky. Comparing myself to the progress of others usually makes me feel icky.
Then some days-- on good days-- I don't think about anybody else. And I think about my wife's face. And I can feel the warmth of her face as she snuggled into my chest this morning as I kissed her goodbye before heading out to work. And everything else quite literally melts away, and I think, "nah, I'm glad I'm on my path and not on anyone else's."
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