Who me?

I have many people tell me they envy me. Me? What is there to envy? A middle aged woman who's idea of a good time is saving all my memories on paper in case some day I may forget. A person who lives in her own little "happy" world, surrounded by smiling faces, all in photos, and "happy" thoughts sprawled on paper.

I envy you - all of you - those with interesting jobs, those who have lived all over the world, and those who have discovered who you really are. And for those of you who ARE NOT hung up on designer clothes, fancy cars, and other objects of status, but instead are comfortable with yourself as you are, I really envy you. I see you through my daze. I even reach out to you for inspiration. But I can't quite get there.