By DENENE MILLNER
She gets on my nerves really this chick who's spent a lifetime making me feel wholly inadequate. Even when we were little, she made a point of showing me up donning her fancy dresses and holding my Mom's hand while she marched down the church aisle, bragging to anyone who would listen about that girl's straight A's and her Honor Society kudos and her first chair flute status in the school band. She was cute. Never got into any trouble. Did exactly as she was told.
And that perfect girl grew up into the perfect teenager went to college on scholarship and started her own magazine and focused on becoming a journalist instead of boys and partying and all the scary, ridiculous, fun experimenting college students do. And, of course, then she became the perfect woman at least according to society's standards: A dutiful wife, a loving, attentive, doting-but-firm mom, and a career woman who excelled at her craft, holding down gigs as a political and then entertainment reporter before becoming a senior magazine editor and then national columnist and then the best-selling author of 18 books.
In public, I'm proud of her for all she's accomplished and make a point of saying such, especially when everyone else is piling on, singing her praises telling her she's fierce and fly and inspirational and sheer awesome.
But in private, she scares me. Her success is intimidating; no matter how hard I try, I find it hard to keep up with her frenetic pace. Her successes. And other peoples' expectations of her.
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