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Envy is near the top of my list of temptations. I’m not jealous of those who own diamond rings, luxury cars, or gorgeous mansions. I don’t pine for designer fashions (well, maybe Christian Louboutin shoes!) or red-carpet fame
. What I envy is the way some people seem to glide serenely along, as if exempt from painful experiences like illness, financial worries, and family discord. Deep down I know that no one’s life is all that perfect. But I still wonder why some people’s days seem to run like the proverbial “well-oiled machine” while mine are, all too often, more like a computer with a very bad virus that crashes every five minutes.
These past few weeks have been particularly tough. My beloved cat hurried out to meet my car, accidentally dashed into the back tire, and was crushed. The very next day, my ninety-one-year-old mother, who has been steadily declining, took enough of a downturn that it was time to place her in hospice. In the same week, the Internal Revenue Service made a mistake on…
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