Throughout my life I’ve never been plagued by jealousy or envy. The types of things that I wished I possessed were always talents like being able to dance or sing or speak well in public. But as far as material things go, I’ve always had more than I ever wanted or needed.
Today I am having a few twinges of jealousy and envy whenever I see someone riding a bicycle or walking or running. As Mark and I walked through the woods last week he was hanging onto my arm so I wouldn’t fall. He’s nervous to let me walk on my own now because of what happened last month, so he holds onto my arm. That afternoon I started crying and said I missed him holding onto my hand, so he immediately took my hand and we walked carefully through the woods and it was wonderful.
I guess I don’t really have much to be jealous about after all.