Guarding my heart on one popsicle.

Melette wrote a post the other day that asked about the temptation to compare her success with others and dealing with the envy that results. I’m having a peaceful day, so I think I’ll write about the view from here. I think it’s a constant battle. That I have to be vigilant in saying that my life is good enough for me, and when it isn’t, instead of reverting to what’s comfortable (complaining and/or finding imperfections in those who I think may have what I want) putting on my big girl bloomers, pulling them up, and doing what I have to do to make change in my life, and everybody knows when you’re sweeping around your own front door, you don’t have time to see the dirt on anyone else’s stoop.