Since my unemployment situation I have noticed a feeling that some of my friends have a life that I envy. I am jealous that they are so comfy with relationships, a job, and home. I must try to think on a different plane. I have a real life of my own, yes I do.
My empty feeling, that sense that everyone except me has a life - an important life, a valuable life, a better life - is a remnant from the past. It is also a delf defeating belief that is inaccurate. I am real. So is my life. I am going to jump into it, and then Ill see.
For today - I will live my life and treasure it as mine.