I’m really competitive. I have always been, for as long as I can remember.
Feeling competitive makes sense when there is one prize to be won; one trophy for the day’s volleyball tournament, one winner at your family’s 4th of July boat race, one person who ate the most hot dogs in history (no, these are not life-specific examples, and yes, the hot dog record is 76)
By competitive, by the way, I basically mean trying to win at another’s expense.
I’ve only just realized lately that there is usually enough cake for everyone to get a slice.
Someone else’s success doesn’t mean my failure, or a loss of a spot, most of the time.
Opportunity is everywhere, I just have to be willing to look for it. I think the psychological impulse is that there are only so many berries in the proverbial forest, and if one gatherer picks them, we die. That’s not the case anymore, at least not most of the time.
Cake for thought.
Thanks for reading.