Not knowing how to respond I simply smiled and said it was nice to see her, and it was, till her offhanded remark.
What constitutes as so very little?
That I’m content with a book beneath my arm and a few bucks in my pocket? She has a much bigger life than I have, no question. Married to a successful trial lawyer (who I hear is not all that nice to her) with two great homes and a trip to Paris a couple times a year, and though she’s set materially, her frown lines give her away.
Still, I ponder her assessment of me and wonder, which one of us really has so little.
For me, less is always more learning I don’t need a tremendous amount to be happy. I attribute this to the 12 Step program I joined years ago that teaches you to live in the day.
Do you feel okay? Are your needs met? What grace found you within this 24 hours?
I’ve also learned to take pause before taking a swing, whether it’s at me or someone else, though at times, still slip, the imperfect creature that I am.
As this girl fluttered her wings in her sleek black pant suit and proper Italian pumps, me in my ripped Levis, Keds and hoodie, there was no envy in my heart.
Maybe she envies me for all I know.
But once settling into my book cloaked in the quiet, I didn’t think about her anymore, Hemingway having my full attention.