I come from a family of race car drivers. My dad helped shape motor sports in the Philippines and my brothers are both champions and run a highly acclaimed racing school.
Me? Parallel parking brings on the sweats. I’ve backed my brother’s car into a fire hydrant and happily drove away without noticing it.
At first it really bugged me. I mean, shouldn’t this be easy? Shouldn’t this be in my genes?
But I’ve learned you can’t take things for granted. Even when something comes easy to someone else, don’t beat yourself up if it doesn’t come easily for you. You’re an apple, and they’re an orange.
The surest road to hell is the “comparison syndrome.”