Envy comes when I let Longing wander for too long. It is the shift from “that could be me” to “what about me?” Impatient from waiting, and burnt out from doing, Envy starts to wonder if things will ever slow down for her. She crosses her arms just below her heart, firmly plants one foot, and straightens out her spine. She feels jealous of the accomplishments of others, and that ties her stomach in knots. Realizing that her jealousy comes from self doubt challenges her trust in the process. Envy ruminates on how unfair things are for her. She struggles to find motivation. The weight of the head on her shoulders is too much to hold, and she becomes consumed by Sorrow.