Jealousy can be lots of things. It can be a show of how much you love someone and desire to protect them. It can also be a horrid thing where you envelop them instead of trusting them and letting them grow into themselves.
Humans are called the "comparing creatures." Comparing ourselves to others is how we make sense of life. Comparisons can inspire us to grow and change. Comparisons can also provide helpful examples of what we don't want to be. But comparisons without context don't tell the full story.
It would be easy to say, "Yes, you were to blame." And it would be just as easy to say, "No, it wasn't your fault. You're not to be blamed." If you're feeling confused and a little upset right about now, then you're in the right place.
We can't control anything or anyone outside of ourselves. We can only control how we react or how we respond to what is going on outside of ourselves. So when something happens, we can either contract or expand. It's a choice.
Running into old friends often brings up mixed feelings. Fond recollections. Unfinished business. Bad memories. Petty rivalries. Insecurities. Unrequited love. That's the range of emotions and dynamics in this follow-up film to the 1999 romantic comedy.
In my case, the glitch is declining egg quality, but I know other, younger mamas who can't seem to make a second baby either. It's wildly frustrating. And it hurts not to be able to create the family you envisioned.
Facebook was not designed to be a divine oracle. It's supposed to be fun. It's your own personalized tabloid news feed, except it's people spreading gossip about themselves. Which in itself is laughable. Keep that in mind and you'll be just fine.
Every yoga teacher I've ever had would balk at my confession -- adding a little friendly competition to my yoga has made me more invested in my practice. I will savasana better than you! I will ujjayi breath better than you! I will fall out of headstand better than you!
The ability to marry now means that many couples who have had to forge their own definition of a committed relationship will now have a ready-to-adopt model that according to some pundits, has been in place since Adam and Eve.
I remember first seeing her after my "freshman trip" -- a ritual three-day hike embarked upon by freshmen before the official beginning of school. Tan, tall and radiating confidence, she sat in the front of the circle. If Mattel made an "outdoor Barbie," it would have looked just like her.