Confessions of a tired waitress wearing ugly shoes

I’m so freaking jealous!  I know this woman who is an artist and an entrepreneur.  If you go to her studio you will find her hard at work at some creative pursuit.  She will be making jewelry, designing a website or creating some interesting new product.  She loves what she is doing and it shows.  She’s successful, she’s been able to do things in her small shop that much bigger businesses in bigger towns with significantly more foot traffic were unable to do.

She’s living the dream and I’ve often heard her encourage people to take the risk and make a small step toward their own dreams, no matter what it costs.  The thing that breaks her heart the most is people who are stuck in jobs that don’t fit them simply for the health insurance. 

She is strong, vibrant and confident, and though there are aspects of her life that didn’t feel right, she’s really lucky to be able to do what she is doing.  And she’s good!  Really good at what she does. 

I haven’t seen her for about a year, I left her when we moved away, and bought and renovated our house.  I guess I just lost track of her. 

I want to live the dream like her.  I want to be like her. 

So vibrant,

So alive. 

I am.

So.

Jealous. 

I don’t see her, even when I look in the mirror. 

Even though that woman was me. 

Not so long ago.