Last night, I was at a friend’s house that I was seeing for the first time.
I adore this person’s style and her parents do home renovations, so I knew it was going to be gorgeous and I was going to love everything.
Every piece of furniture, every picture frame, the color scheme, the way everything was laid out… All 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻
I was so happy for her, but it felt different last night.
I wasn’t jealous at all. At all!
In the past, I would’ve been happy for my friend but the jealousy would’ve been stronger than the happiness and it would’ve ruined it.
Who wants to live like that?
I can’t believe how freeing it was to feel genuine happiness for another person with no jealousy, envy, resentment, or any other negative emotions.
I’m not sure exactly how I got from where I was mentally to where I am now and I have a long way to go but - mindfulness & minimalism 💛✌🏻