“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.

Epiphany: My message changed when I selected a new audience
All offers eventually expire, so do your best to ‘come before winter’
Capitol rioters weren’t SS troops, just woeful losers living a fantasy
Years later, Supreme Court justice apologizes to Susette Kelo, sorta
Freedom of the press is for everyone, not just those recognized by feds
As you grow, learn to let go of things that no longer serve you
When doubt wakes me at dawn, my world seems a lonely place
They’re just images of past love, but I can’t make them go away
The Alien Observer podcast heads to Planet Earth in weeks to come