You know the "The Kimberlys" - it can include platonic girl crushes, but goes beyond that to a woman (or man - should we have "The Toms" for you boys?) who seems to embody whatever life goals you're seeking at the moment. I wouldn't exactly call it envy - that shade of green can simply wreck a girl's complexion - but I admit there is something of a jealous element to it. You know you shouldn't, but you can't help but compare your life to hers.
My original Kimberly - cleverly named "Kimberly" - was my grade school classmate with the shiny flaxen mane, amber eyes, and effortlessly sweet disposition whom the boys enthusiastically chased around the playground. Even her penmanship was
irritatingly perfect. Of course, I was too busy beheading my Barbies and devouring books and challenging the boys to debates to get too worked up about this, but oh, for just one day in her (unscuffed, ladylike) shoes. . .
Nowadays, my Kimberlys have less to do with the boy chasing, and more to do with those Life Resume Points I feel like I'm falling short on - the girls, like my visiting friend, who seem to have that mystical love / work / pretty hair / baby balance figured out, and without much apparent effort at that. I wish her every happiness, of course, but I also wish she could somehow share the secret recipe.
Am I mature enough now to realize that no one, not even the Kimberlys, are as perfect as they seem? Sure, most of the time. And yet - every once in a while, I start comparing & feeling like if I could only have one day in Kimberly's (still unscuffed, and therefore still wholly unlike mine) shoes . . .
Anyone else know about the Kimberlys? The Toms? Who has this effect on you?
Edited to Add: Queen Bee Swain makes an excellent point in the comments which, deep in the throes of Kimberlyism as I was, I forgot to include - in my advanced years now, I do try and turn my Kimberlys into positive learning opportunities. "What is it about this Kimberly that's triggering the envy thing? What can I do to incorporate that into my life?" I'll
usually pause to ask now.
Plus, I've secretly figured out how to get that Kimberly flaxen mane thing, so it's all good.