Ironically, the independence I worked so hard to build is sometimes the very thing that makes romance look appealing.

Over the past few years, there’s been a strong cultural emphasis on “decentring men” and building lives that don’t solely revolve around romance. I agreed with that sentiment long before I fully understood what it would require of me.

As I’ve grown older, I crave my independence. I hold onto my goals more firmly. I keep my routines (or rather, try to). I make decisions that prioritise my long-term direction rather than short-term validation. I didn’t stop wanting love, but I started trying to build a life where it wasn’t the structure around which everything else was organised.

What I didn’t anticipate was the weight of what would replace it.

When you remove one centre of gravity from your life, something else inevitably moves in. For me, that something was the determination to build something intentional. I began looking more closely at my habits, my discipline, my thinking, and the way I spend my time. I wanted depth rather than distraction, even if I’m still learning what that actually requires.

Online, reinvention is often presented as quick and aesthetic. Become a new you with a magic routine. A new hobby. In reality, building a life that reflects who you actually want to become is slow and repetitive. Dare I say, sometimes boring? It demands self-trust, continued action and a tolerance for delayed reward. It requires you to show up when no one’s watching, and even more so when there’s no immediate proof that it’s working.

There’s a thrill to that independence, and a sharp type of clarity, but there’s also weight. When you stop outsourcing your stability, you inherit full responsibility for the pace and direction of your own growth. There’s no shared narrative to lean on, no built-in momentum. If things stall, they stall under your watch. That’s usually where the discomfort begins.

It doesn’t always take much to trigger it. Sometimes it’s as small as comparing myself to someone who appears further along, even if they’re moving in a direction I don’t actually want to go in. The mind doesn’t carefully assess whether the comparison is rational; it simply whispers “behind.”

From there, the doubts gather quickly. I start wondering whether I’m moving fast enough, whether I even know what I want, whether I will ever arrive at the place I’m working towards. Ambition stretches time; it forces you to live in the space between effort and outcome, and that space can feel uncomfortably wide.

When we perceive ourselves as behind, the brain tends to treat it as a threat, and threats demand relief.

It’s usually at that point that my mind drifts towards romance. Not towards the effort of dating — that feels exhausting — but towards the idea of an already-formed stability. A relationship that exists in its entirety, solid and supportive, absorbing some of the uncertainty I’m carrying alone.

There’s something undeniably easier about waiting for a message than waiting for your own growth to materialise. One offers immediate proof of your importance. The other requires faith. Romance, in those moments, becomes less about love and more about reassurance. It promises a distributed responsibility, a narrative that moves even if your personal ambitions feel stalled.

It’s a reflex that appears whenever the pressure of self-direction feels substantial. Faced with the slow and often ambiguous nature of building something meaningful, my brain reaches for the most satisfying form of immediate comfort it knows.

And I suspect this isn’t unique to me.

Whenever we feel behind — even in directions we don’t truly want — the mind looks for the fastest available story that restores a sense of momentum. It might be romance. It might be a sudden conviction that moving cities will solve everything, or that starting something entirely new will erase the discomfort. The form varies, but the impulse is similar: replace uncertainty with immediacy.

What I’ve started to understand is that this isn’t really about romance at all. It’s about the difficulty of tolerating responsibility without relief. When you’re building your own life, there’s no one else to blame for the pace of it. There’s no external structure to absorb your doubt. The whole weight rests with you.

Romance becomes the easiest imagined solution because it offers the illusion of ready-made stability. 

There’s nothing wrong with wanting partnership. But wanting it specifically when self-direction feels heavy is information. It reveals how tempting it is to trade long-term growth for short-term reassurance.

It’s worth asking, when the desire for immediate reassurance surfaces, whether it’s truly connection we’re looking for, or relief from the weight of directing our own lives.

Building something for yourself is heavier than it looks from the outside. It’s slower, and far less immediately rewarding than the narratives we’re used to consuming. Comparison makes it feel urgent, and doubt makes it feel unstable. But neither necessarily means you’re on the wrong path.

Sometimes the urge for reassurance is simply a sign that you’re stretching beyond old structures of comfort. Recognising that reflex, and pausing before responding to it, may be one of the ways we learn to carry our own direction.

Measuring yourself against everyone else doesn’t make you better — it just makes you disappear.

Comparison is the thief of joy – or so we’re told. But it feels like comparison is so natural and prominent – sometimes even encouraged.

In workplaces, in schools, even your mum telling you what Kathy from down-the-road’s daughter is doing. We grow up looking at other people, measuring ourselves against them. No wonder we get to the point where we look everywhere else but in the mirror.

Comparison can act as a guiding light sometimes, it can show us if we’re on the right track, give us inspiration – but it very quickly can spiral into negativity.

I’ve spent a lot of my life comparing myself to others. Feeling less than, more than, even on the same level. Measuring my worth based on how I showed up compared to the people around me. Oh, well, she has better eyebrows, but my cheekbones are more pronounced.

I just made that example up, but you get the point.

I feel you end up just losing all sense of yourself. I used to look in the mirror, and not even see myself, but a version of me that was relative to everyone else. It became a disease of the mind.

It’s painful. As there’s never a way to really measure up to another person, no matter how hard you try. If I were to compare myself to every person on the planet I would short circuit on insecurity and self-doubt. There’s no winning that game.

Someone will always be doing better, someone will always be prettier, have more money, be smarter. And that will kill us. And there will always be someone who is worse off than we are. And even though it shouldn’t, that gives us relief.

I feel in your 20s comparison is a lot more prominent. I talk about this in my latest podcast episode ‘Lost, Learning & Figuring Life Out – The Truth About Your 20s’ (available on my profile, hint hint).

In your 20s, everyone is doing something different. You can compare yourself against all your ex-classmates, your colleagues, whoever – in one sense or another, you will fall short. Maybe you just got a promotion, but someone else has just bought a house. Maybe you have started to settle down, but that person’s stories you obsessively watch on Instagram has just gone travelling for six months and all of a sudden, your cozy settled down life feels like a trap.

On the other hand, that person you hate has just lost their job so really, you’re doing fine. And feeling a bit smug.

It’s like we need this sense of comparison and hierarchy in a way in order to feel solidified and confident in where we are. Because really, there are no rules anymore. No guideline, no gold star at the end of the week and extra play time for good behaviour.

But what piece of mind do you get with that, constantly looking over your shoulder, looking sideways, anywhere but forward and on your own path. Other than temporary validation (depending on who you’re comparing yourself to), all it really does is distract you.

As deep down, we don’t want to admit that we’re all scared, and knowing that others are in the same boat as us is slightly less scary.

Are you in the same boat though, really? No one you compare yourself to will ever live the same life as you, so your comparisons are actually null and void. You will also never be happy with your achievements or any progress you make if someone else is doing better.

What an empty life that will turn out to be. As they say, the only person you need to compare yourself to, is the you from yesterday. Even then, be kind to yourself.