The topic of jealousy has been plaguing me lately, not because I have any, but because it has become painfully obvious to me that there are people I considered friends/acquaintances who are jealous of me. At first, I thought it was absurd because, if I'm being honest, I sometimes look at my own life and think, What would anyone even be jealous of? But that's not what it is. Jealousy isn't always about your stuff. It's not always about money, a body, a relationship, followers,

It dawned on me today that I’ve been passively seeking joy in my everyday life. Weeks ago, I had a conversation with a friend where she told me she’s starting to find her joy again, in the most unlikely place: work.