I freely admit I get jealous at times. I try to not let it impact me too much… like many feelings, I acknowledge it, and then try to get on with my life.
The jealousy isn’t angry jealousy. I see people doing stuff that I wish I could be doing (and know I am capable of!), and I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach which I can only describe as crushing depression. This feeling of “I could be doing that, but I’m not, and I have nobody to blame but myself.”
It’s an oversimplification, of course. I don’t get jealous of people who are super rich, or people who are living lavish lifestyles (often the same people, granted). I get jealous of artists who get to create art. Art that I love, and that I am absolutely certain I could make similar work to, if I had a chance.
I am jealous of opportunity, I suppose? Of all the things I want to do but can’t.
Struggling with that right now. But still editing the book, so… at least there’s progress, I suppose.
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!