“Jealousy always has been my cross, the weakness and woundedness in me that has most often caused me to feel ugly and unlovable, like the Bad Seed. I’ve had many years of recovery and therapy, years filled with intimate and devoted friendships, yet I still struggle. I know that when someone gets a big slice of pie, it doesn’t mean there’s less for me. In fact, I know that there isn’t even a pie, that there’s plenty to go around, enough food and love and air.
But I don’t believe it for a second.
I secretly believe there’s a pie. I will go to my grave brandishing my fork.”
― Anne Lamott, Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith
I guess this isn't so much a tip as a true state of being for one wonderful human. I often go back and read this or anything Anne may say on the state of writing and art and living a life that is meaningful. It always reminds me that we are flawed -we fall down, we get up, we stumble again - but the only thing that matters is that we get up one more time than we fall down.
I'm off to unpack a zillion more boxes into a space not big enough for them. I will write tomorrow. Today, sharing this is what I've got for you. Take it with all love.