Jealousy. Nobody in this industry wants to talk about it publicly, but I'm pretty sure we've all felt it. That vice grip sensation square in the center of your chest. The heat rising in your face. Maybe even some waves of existential dread. It will swallow you whole if you let it, and I've personally felt like I'm sitting at the bottom of the musical ocean on more than one occasion.
I've been in therapy long enough to understand that jealousy (and envy, let's just pretend they're interchangeable terms for the sake of this post), feels a lot less like ill will and more like anxiety to me. I would say nine out of ten times, if something big happens to someone I know, it's genuinely well-deserved. I don't sit around and pray for flat tires and broken gear, brown notes and hoarse voices. I am, however, prone to succumbing to a fear of being left behind, of backsliding, of staying stagnant, of being replaced, and most of all, of becoming even less relevant in the music industry than I already am. Woof.
Even when big breaks happen to musicians who DON'T deserve it, there is rarely, if ever, an excuse to be anything but supportive and congratulatory. Jealousy is venom in a little glass bottle and I keep that bottle tightly corked. I won't pretend I've never vented to a trusted friend, but for the most part, I'm journaling about it, unpacking it with my therapist, channeling my insecurities discreetly into my art…whatever feels the least toxic and the least likely to affect my reputation as a good sport and a (hopefully) decent human being.
The fact that I'm significantly more likely to feel jealous and/or envious of a female musician says A LOT about what it means to be a woman in music. If the music industry is a mug of water, the patriarchy is a tea bag that has been left to steep for far, far too long. It doesn't matter how supportive and inclusive the men around you are, we've been brainwashed into thinking there is a finite amount of space for us, and that other women are a threat. It is categorically untrue, to say the least, and I try to remember that when those kinds of thoughts start to creep in.
If you're reading this and you've felt some pangs of the J word lately, I hope you feel slightly less alone now. You are not your thoughts, and you never know what opportunities are just around the corner.
