My struggle with envy
What it reveals AND invites
A few weeks back, in the midst of my morning writing/journaling, I reflected on a snippet of my behavior. Something about it caught me, like a snag in a sweater. So I typed lots (and lots) of words and sentences and paragraphs to try and identify what I was feeling.
I’m not proud of it, but “jealousy” is what I had to admit. Later, upon referring to…