“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.

Continued collapse of competence points toward decline of a culture
‘Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men’s blood… Make big plans’
Shame and Fear still stand guard over my efforts to chase dreams
What really matters in life? Hardly any of the things we worry about
Love & Hope — Episode 7:
After 13 years in the making, a dad delivers perfect graduation present
Maybe it’s so hard to love others because we don’t love ourselves
Do we choose to be free people? Or will we live as slaves to mobs?