We can’t avoid competition or competitions. It’s a part of who we are as humans. But the position we come in the race is only a tiny part of the story.

And only we know the whole story. Because being the last one to cross the line can be a victory for some of us. Just the act of crossing the line. And first place can be a hollow feeling if it was a stroll in the park, and we didn’t do our best.

We are all constantly in situations where it appear to be a competition with others. And sometimes it actually is that. But the most important competition is the one with ourselves, and it’s a blessed relief when we manage to live that truth.

In all of this it’s good to be kind to each other and to ourselves. Boasting isn’t a good look.

Ahem….

NB. All the above was simply an excuse to tell you…it would be remiss of me not to…that I came second yesterday in the parents flat race at the local sports day, at the grand old age of 57!

And, yes, there were more than 2 people in the race. Don’t be rude!