On Friday I wrote an exceptionally witty & hysterically funny post called Miss Envy and the Jealous Wanna-Bees. I read it to a beloved family member who wrinkled his/her nose and shook his/her head and said, “What ARE you trying to say, Kathy?”
So much for wit and humor.
He/she didn’t even chuckle.
I told you about this fizzling post on Saturday, and at least two of you responded that you would like to read about Miss Envy. (You were so sweet, you two!)
However, the story just wasn’t write. I mean–right. Yesterday I figured out why. It wasn’t written from the heart. It was written from the head.
Therefore, I asked the Universe this morning, “Hey, do you want to write about Miss Envy again from the heart this time?”
Here is how the Universe replied:
I opened my email and the first commenter, a blogger named Danielle, said (about Don’t sign your blogging contract when you’re sleeping which had a few minutes of fame last Wednesday when it was published on the front page of WordPress), “What a great post! But I can’t say that I can relate… only feel a bit of envy. I wish the blogging Gods would call upon me to serve as a daily-posting prophet. But it seems they must not be interested in such an arrangement, because I can only muster the focus to write sporadically and sparingly! I guess the grass is always greener (and on your side, it is apparently filled with grazing chicks!)”
OK, Universe, you still want to talk about Envy. Your prophet is ready to type.
(Before we begin typing–may we talk again about the blog title? Don’t you love it? Doesn’t it sound like a great name for a rock band? Miss Envy and the Jealous Wanna-Bees… I’ve been giggling about this thought for days.)
Here’s the scoop. We all feel envy at times. We’re all humans. Sometimes we repeatedly compare ourselves to other humans and come up wanting.
We want. What. That. Other. Person. Has.
We want beauty. We want wit. We want His super photography skills. We want Her sharp and discerning intelligence. We want a big house in the city with annual vacations in Hawaii. We want to live in the woods. We want a six figure income. We want ANY income. We want this. We want that. We want a little more of this, please. We want a little less of that, please.
Want, want, want!
No wonder Miss Envy and the Jealous Wanna-Bees won the Grammy for Background Music!
What do we do about Miss Envy when she visits our one wild & precious life, making us feel inferior, less, not-as-much?
I don’t have the answers. I still get visits from Miss Envy. She swoops down unexpectedly sometimes and starts her Comparison crooning: “Just Wanna Bee Like You” or “What’s Wrong with Me Anyway?” or “Why Does that Blogger have 792 Subscribers, Sniff, Sniff?”
Yet, as I grow older, and actually know less than I did at age 22, I have sometimes learned to make Miss Envy comfortable without 100% believing her heart-rendering blues.
When Miss Envy shows up: make her a cup of tea. Listen to her.
But don’t believe her. Try to quit humming her best-selling song.
We are all so unique.
The Universe wants us to shine with our own gusto, our own pizzazz, our own quiet goodness. The Universe has a place for us all. (I can see some of you raising your eyebrows at this philosophy. That’s OK, too. The Universe wants you to raise your eyebrows. The Universe LOVES that much diversity!)
When we compare, when we whimper in envy, we’re moving away from our own precious gifts.
I remind myself of this while Miss Envy and I chat.
(Can you believe Miss Envy showed up at the house during my temporary fame on Freshly Pressed last week? While other folks were envying this blog…I happened to glance at another Freshly Pressed post. OH NO! This blogger had 934 “likes” and zillions of comments AND a mention under “Top Posts” on WordPress. Miss Envy had something to sing. I politely listened to her song and put her CD on the shelf.)
It’s hard for us humans when challenging feelings come to visit. All of us experience difficult moments. Sometimes we want more than what the Universe offers–please, please, please?
Sometimes our desires are justified. At other times, they are a move away from our already “enough” life. The trick is perhaps in listening deeply whether envy is gesturing in a direction where we can steer and reveal more of our gifts, or if it’s keeping us grumping and feeling less-than-adequate.
Let’s just continue to take baby steps in following our own unique individual paths, attempting to honor our heart’s deepest promptings. We can welcome Miss Envy for tea and listen to any helpful suggestions she might offer, but she can’t stay for dinner. Let’s acknowledge her with patient humor without singing her songs 24/7…
Do you have any tried-and-true methods that prevent Miss Envy and the Jealous Wanna-Bees from serenading endlessly beneath your tender heart’s window?