Why being jealous is totally fine.

I don’t really like it, but I also don’t mind sharing it.

There’s a lot of envy in my life.

I regularly experience moments of deep jealousy.

I see people’s success and I want it.

I see the stuff they attain and collect and own and visit, and it feels like it should have been me.

Definitely not all the time (and some days more than others).

But it happens.

So why don’t I call myself jealous?

Why don’t I just say ‘I am envious’?

Well, because I’m not.

And that’s a HUGE difference.

Hear me out.

I’m sharing this because we all live through confusing things and events like these.

Things we don’t really like, things that feel bad, things we are ashamed about, shitty things.

Things like judgment, jealousy, or wishing someone didn’t look so fucking hot all the time.

Things like wishing the other person wouldn’t be so lucky.

Things like comparing ourselves to others, and then losing the comparison.