Green

Envy is a strange thing. It's strange because it can take so many forms and intensities.

For instance, I am now jealous of every person who lives near or around the town of Galena. Why? Because they live near a restaurant that serves what is, without a trace of a doubt, the most delicious sandwich I have ever eaten in my life. It was a Croque Monsieur. It's French. I've had versions of it both in France and here in the States. This was the best. Not just the best Croque Monsieur - the best sandwich.

I don't tend to be envious over material possessions. More often I am envious over experiences other people have had or skills/talents they are blessed with. I don't desire YOUR Croque Monsieur. I desire your access to one on a daily basis if needed.

I just heard a song by Ingrid Michaelson (courtesy of my Bon Iver station on pandora) and I envy her ability to write lyrics.

"You've made me into someone
Who should not hold a loaded gun
And now you sit upon my chest
Knock out my wind, knock out my best"

My lyric-writing attempts come nowhere near to this. I enjoy what I've written (though I haven't written anything new in a long time) but I don't feel like my writing will affect anyone in any profound way.

So, today I'd like to live in Galena and be able to write beautiful lyrics. Is that too much to ask?