So, after my first serious attempt, I basically forced myself into retirement at age 30. I had quit the career I loved as I felt I was no longer good for the job, I felt broken and ashamed, a plethora of feelings. I was very hard on myself.
In my year of "recovery" I watched a lot of Ru Paul's Drag Race and it genuinely made me smile and laugh. I cried a few times, too. I started watching again recently and felt overcome with emotion. I realized why I loved the show so much. It was like I was able to climb a fence just enough to see over it, and see all of these people who had overcome some extreme difficulties celebrate their lives and their style, and they laughed and danced, they cried like me. I realized I wanted to, or wished to be over on that side of the fence with them. I wasn't envious, no. I wanted a similar acceptance they had, I wanted to friends with all of them.
Or even one of them.
When I watch old seasons of Drag Race, many times I feel such happiness for the competitors.
I'm not envious now, and haven't been in my life. It was drilled into my head at an early age not to want for material things, and that was sort of the groundwork of how I grew up - not to be jealous at all, basically. I grew up in an extremely religious home, and it explains a lot. Or at least helps me understand why I am the way I am, and why I do what I do, or don't do.