I get up every day at the same time. I brush my teeth, go to work, come home, shower, and go to sleep. I do the same thing every day. I have to. But then there are people my age who I see are in successful bands, are well-known bloggers, own their own businesses, have kids, are married, etc. I look at myself. There is still SO much I want to do with my life. I want to be successful, and I can't help but look at all of my peers who seem to have it all figured out, and want that for myself. Feelings of envy and jealousy creep up on me ever so slightly, and I can't help but think I won't be able to have all the things I want in life.

I am 23 years old. I want to have my own business. I want to blog. I want to travel. I want to experience as much as I can before I die. I guess my crippling anxiety doesn't help with this, but I feel as if there is just not enough time, or that there just is not a place for me. I don't have what it takes. There is someone else out there that will be better than me. At my age *blank* was already *blank*. There are days where these are the only thoughts I have. Days where I just lay in my bed listening to Brand New's entire discography while I wallow in self-pity. I'm only about halfway through this ritual before I realize, that is not how it is. There is room for everybody. Everyone has something they can contribute. Everyone is unique, and there IS a place for everyone. Everyone has a different path in life. Don't compare your chapter one, to someone else's chapter seven. Anything you want to do, you still have time to achieve. Everyone has the thought that they aren't enough. We need to stop looking for validation elsewhere and know that we are able to do great things before our time is up.