Days 3,056: Low Spoons

Comparisonitis. It’s a motherfucker.

I am not immune. I try my best to manage it, but it’s always there.

We were listening to the podcast “Dead Eyes” last night in our drive to and from the Bu, and the host mentioned a quote…can’t remember who from…but about how as soon as anyone lands in LA, in the back their mind starts the question “how am I doing?”

That shit hit pretty hard. It’s constant here. We are constantly comparing ourselves to other people in LA. It’s a pillar of the fucking...