I love my friends with all my heart. There are five strong women who I will do anything for no matter what time of day or night it is. We have called each other crying because the world has become to heavy or laughing because life is going write. We can go years without talking, but we text, chat on Facebook, and every year we send birthday wishes. We come from different social groups, ethnic groups and even have different political views. Honestly, if we had met today instead of years ago I doubt any one of us would be friends.
I've watched these women reach for goals and reach them. I've cheered as they graduated from school, started careers and family. When they needed diapers changed or date night I was there to support them. They are my ride and crazy friends, we don't say die.
Tonight I was talking to the one I have been friends with the longest and we got to talking about some of the accomplishments we have both reached in the last few months. She just adopted this cute little baby boy who can melt the coldest heart with his smile. I was happy for her but I still found myself getting a little jealous. Why did she get to have a cute baby when I can't even keep a relationship? I want what she has. The funny thing? As we talked, she told me she had been feeling jealous of my carefree life.
After we had hung up, I started to think about my life and it's not that bad. Yes, I'm struggling to try and find my mental balance while paying bills, but I've come a long way from where I was four months ago. Slowly I'm starting to see the end of my struggle, and it's actually pretty cool.
I promised myself, whenever I start to feel jealous I'm going to remember someone out there is looking at my life wishing they were me.