There’s a funny thing about envy. It doesn’t come in loud or obvious

The past couple of weeks… I haven’t been very nice to myself. Not in the loud, obvious ways — but in the quiet ones. The self-doubt. The constant pressure. The intrusive thoughts that sneak in when I finally sit down after packing lunches, signing folders, answering emails, rocking a teething baby, remembering who has speech therapy on what day, what time school starts tomorrow because of early release, who needs a snack for practice, and whether or not everyone has actually

That reframing doesn’t magically fix everything, but sometimes it opens a window. A breath of air. A little light.

The rush fades. The noise quiets. And in that quiet, everything I’ve been avoiding seems to rise to the surface.