Why Don’t I Feel Good Enough

I felt my rage.

We were halfway through our walk, and there it was — my breath gone, my muscles pulled tight.

I am thinking: Why am I still friends with this person?

By the time we hug goodbye, I am already rehearsing the call to my partner. Everything my friend said. How superior she is. How ungrateful. I have the whole story ready, wrapped tight and righteous.

And then something stops me.

She is my mirror.