Wednesday, April 25, 2007


I'm a happy person. I'm young, I'm not horribly disfigured, and from the vantage point of 26, my life looks pretty promising. I snagged one of the best boyfriends, way back in Round One; I have good friends and a cool family; I laugh every single day; and I'm becoming a writer, gradually but in such a real way that the publisher of a local magazine handed me his card after eavesdropping on a conversation I had at work yesterday. Life is good.

So who do I talk to about removing this chip in my brain that makes me look with envy at other people's happiness, as if my own were somehow deficient?


Blogger Laura B. said...

Oh, Amber---what an honest post. I do the same thing sometimes---and get so angry at myself. I don't know what that is, or how to fix it. ?

Congrats on scoring a business card :)

5/01/2007 10:03 PM  

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