“Have you seen Julie?” Matt asked me. “She’s pregnant and she’s sitting back there.”
Julie is a casual friend who got married last year. I don’t know her that well and I rarely see her. I had just walked into a restaurant for dinner Friday evening and an employee told me the news.
My first reaction was to express happiness for Julie and her husband, but I suddenly realized I felt something unexpected. My inner emotional mask slipped slightly and I felt … what was this?
Envy.
Instead of pure happiness for Julie — who will be a great mother, by the way — I felt something ugly in my gut. My heart felt cold and hard. There was a powerful hint of anger — self-directed? — and then I realized it was hard to put labels on the things I was feeling.

Material things can be replaced, but loved ones worth far more
Taking Donald Trump seriously means ‘Idiocracy’ is already here
Healthy romance features mutual growth, not just ‘take me as I am’
The goals we chase can become chains that hold us in bondage
Silence and darkness allow us to listen to what world drowns out
Can I talk myself into not wanting great things I fear I’ll never have?
Beauty and love are all around us if our eyes and hearts are open to them
They’re just images of past love, but I can’t make them go away