Jealousy sounds so much nicer in French, doesn’t it? Romantic. Poetic.
In another twist, jalousie in English refers to a “blind or shutter made of angled slats.” Go figure.
As a femme d’un certain age, I’m mortified to admit that I’m prone to occasional whiffs of
jealousy envy. How embarrassing is that? It’s true that life is always like high school over and over again — same cliques, same emotions.
What do I get envious about? Ugh, do I even go there in public? First of all, it’s not the all consuming, rage inducing jealousy of which Hollywood movies are made. No revenge fantasies or destructive behavior. Just the mere whiff of envy. Wisdom has taught me to examine my feelings, wish the other person well and be thrilled with my own, unique, amazing life.
My envy sometimes settles on those who don’t have to worry about taking care of themselves, both financially and companionship wise. It’s the classic “bag lady” fear, which I know affects even women of means.
Oh and speaking of bag lady. Why is it bag lady, and never bag man? I’ve never spoken to a man who has a bag man fear. A man who has a job or a career and is successful (just like us women) never entertains a bag man fear. What is it that makes us feel so vulnerable, possibly unable to rise to life’s demands?
Okay, back to envy. Sometimes I get envious of social groups that I’m not a part of. I feel like the outsider, unacceptable, lesser than.
On Camp Liza I prefer to be joyful, compassionate, inspirational. We all have enough sturm and drang in our lives. We all have our dark moments and we can get through them. And to remind myself (and maybe you if you need it) that when we believe in our own gifts, and stop comparing ourselves to others, we are the luckiest, richest people on earth.
Go forth and be wonderful today my friends!
P.S. Hope you’re doing well and enjoying your February days wherever you may be– in the cold or the sunshine, like me. We all love to hear from you, so chime in with whatever you feel like talking about. If there’s anything you’d like me to talk about on Camp Liza, please say so.
Hello my lovelies! Envy and fear. If you’re brave enough to admit to the uglies…our compassionate ears are listening. It’s all life. Any remedies when you’re feeling “fuzzy” about things in your life? We can all use those.