While I'm away, readers give the advice.
On wanting what everyone else has:
I admit I occasionally wish I had someone else's income, legs, job, etc., but the feeling is momentary. When I was 11, I was desperate to change places with Mary K., a beautiful blonde in my class. She had everything I wanted: a big brother, a big house on the lake, a father who was a doctor and thus didn't change jobs and force us to move every year, a bubbly personality. Her 11th-birthday party was a sophisticated trip to dinner and the movies; mine was a run-of-the-mill slumber party.
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