My husband’s grandmother used to say, “There’s always someone richer and thinner.” She also used to say, “It’s five o’clock somewhere,” but that’s not relevant to this post.
I went to high school with an insanely talented group of people. Seriously. I need TWO hands to count the number of people I went to high school with who are among the top in their fields. In, like, the whole world. I expected it a little more from college, ‘cuz I went all Ivy League and shit, but the number of crazy successful people I went to college with is also pretty staggering. I will point out that I directed a certain movie star in a one-act when she was a college freshman and I was a big ‘ole sophomore. Now, she’s in The Hunger Games.
Five years ago, we were all struggling with raising kids and building careers (well, except the movie star), but I’m watching a number of my contemporaries’ careers take off. And mine just ain’t. They have kids too, so don’t get all, “Well, you’re taking care of your kids.” And these folks are my friends, really nice, and incredibly supportive, so I can’t even be jealous.
This isn’t about jealousy. I am not at all begrudging anyone her success. In fact, I celebrate the hell out of their successes, because I know some seriously awesome people who deserve everything they’ve earned.
But—I’m being honest here—there are a lot of days when I feel like this (start at 1:30):
I let up. And it’s fine. I guess.