That’s such good advice! I used to be seething with jealousy about other people’s accomplishments. I could spend hours scrolling the facebook or other socials and wondering " what does this bitch have that I don’t? Why is she so fucking successful while I’m here downing my wine and living paycheck to paycheck?"
I remember resenting a friend for years because she kept a job I helped her get, while they sacked me. But in reality, it wasn’t her fault I was shit at the work and got absolutely wasted during my first (and only!) shift.
Most of the time I kept my feelings to myself but it was eating me up inside.
Now… I no longer do the social media, but I learned to be genuinely happy for other people’s accomplishments. And when do chose to share them with me, I see it as a privilege to be able to share in their joy.
It took years of therapy, but like year or so ago, my best friend bought her first house while I was dealing with yet another one of my mental breakdowns. And when she told me, I put myself aside for a few minutes to share in her happiness and congratulate her.
Now that I’m sober, I’m nearly cured of jealousy. I’m content with where my life is going. Sure, I may not be as successful of financially stable as other people my age, but I still get to chose how (and where) I live my days.
Anyway, enough rambling.
Day 141.
Greetings from the magical sea view balcony.
These past few days have been exhausting. Most of June is looking pretty quiet, but this weekend I landed three big laborious projects. So aside from the dog walks and balcony coffee, I’m pretty much glued to my laptop making words come out of my brain.
So, of course my carpal tunnel flared up. And of course one editor is turning passive aggressive.
But fuck it, I’m here. I’m doing it. I’m not hangover. And the view is pretty stunning.