It is such an unflattering thing to admit about myself, but sometimes I really struggle with jealousy.
I can be jealous of people who have more money than me, of people whose blogs are more popular/get more comments, of people who are more attractive/better dressed/more generally pulled together, and of people who seem to be more in shape and more athletic than I am.
I try to remind myself that A) I don’t know all the work that went into that person having the thing that I want and that B) there isn’t a finite amount of talent or fitness or whatever in the world. Someone else having something doesn’t mean that I’ll never get that thing.
Sometimes, though, sometimes. I’ll pick up a book, start to read it and discover it is not that well written and I’ll have this moment of searing jealousy. How come this shit got published and I don’t have a book published (helpful hint, self, maybe I need to actually write a book first)?
Sometimes I’ll see a very fit woman and will feel totally discouraged that I don’t look like her, even though honesty compels me to admit that it is because I’ve been damned lazy the last 10 years or so.
I need to work on having jealousy be something that motivates me to more aggressively pursue the things I want instead of letting it make me feel defeated.