There was a time when this would have paralyzed me with a chorus of why of why is it always someone else and not me, as if I thought there was only so much good in the world and that something good in someone else's life meant that there was now less good available for me.
In graduate school a dear friend of mine won a poetry prize we were both in competition for. She declared that she didn't care much about the prize, she cared much more about love - and I replied, "I don't care if anyone ever loves me again. I wanted to win."
I don't really recognize that girl. I know now that love is so much more important than winning. I also know that there is a limitless supply of good and luck in the world and that someone else's portion does not diminish mine. In fact, I think good creates more good.
I tried to embrace my envy this morning for what it actually is, a longing in my heart for something. If it stops me in my tracks, that must be something I really want for myself - and I do.
Having done that, I was released to be nothing but happy for my friend of a friend of a friend. Her success doesn't make mine any less likely. In fact, her success may just be lighting up the path ahead for me.