The always honest, always intelligent Meg at Write Meg! wrote about jealousy and the way social networking sites like Facebook allow us to see into more lives to measure ourselves against. Her post spoke to me because I have always struggled with that (have expressed it many times here.) I've gauged my progress against others (particularly when it comes to publishing), desperate to catch up, feeling so far behind where I want or need to be in many aspects of life. I still feel behind. I don't know if that feeling will ever go away. But, recently, I have been just a little more accepting about where I am (that is to say, behind.)
Over the past two years, there has been a lot of construction work on my train, the F train. It often leaves me stranded on weekends, forced to take a bus that sits, stalled in traffic, along a very crowded Smith Street.
Once, I stood next to a couple I think of often. The woman was frantic about needing to get somewhere or maybe just wanting to and there were loud sighs and glances at a watch and a lot of what is happening and why are we sitting and wouldn't it be faster if we just walked? I understood her frustration. If I had someone to voice my concerns to, I would have whined just the same. But her companion was perfectly calm. 'You are where you're meant to be," he said.
That's easy to say. Perhaps, harder to believe. Or maybe not. Maybe it really is as simple as that?