Truth be told, I sometimes get a tad jealous of my uber-successful friends whose Facebook statuses mock me for my mediocrity. This one is going to the conference in this fantastic locale. That one is giving the keynote speech at that Ivy-covered building. "Off to London. Ta-Ta!" or "Oh, dear. Yet another honor. What should I wear?" And then there's me. Sitting in a dreary suburb with poison ivy on my face from raking leaves.
Then I slug back another shot of luke warm coffee and plan my day doing whatever inspires me at that particular moment, and I'm fine.