By: Sarah Tuttle-Singer for YourTango
It’s hard for me to admit this.
I’m going to take off all my clothes and stand in the white light of the sun for a minute: once, I unfollowed someone on Facebook. Someone I actually know in real life and really like. Someone I am friends with.
No, it wasn’t because of politics. No, she wasn’t harassing me. No, she wasn’t posting ?#?DonaldTrumpFanGirl? either.
I unfollowed because I was jealous of the view from her wall. Her stories and pictures were a window into a life I once tried to create.
A sweet life in cool mornings, dust motes in mellow light. Lots of babies, and a banjo. Old books, and a herb garden.