This is a really apt thread for me. I came back yesterday from a holiday to North Wales. DH and I went to uni there and I actually lived there for 5 years and if I had played the academia card right and sucked up to the right people I could still be living there.
Instead I live in a poncy town and work 4 days a week (admittedly in a job I don't particularly enjoy at the moment but I am the main breadwinner and it is too flexible for me to leave with a young family). We live in a 2 bed regency flat with no garden with out 2.7 yr old and another on the way.
My best friend from uni still lives up there with he 18 month old, and to my mind they have a lovely life. They have a cottage the own, admittedly it's small, but it's theirs, in an idyllic village with a lovely village nursery, they birth work in the uni and have pretty flexible and successful careers. My friend only works 2 days but she is has a Clinical doctorate. They have a garden in which they grow veg. Their cottage, though small is completely uncluttered and because they don't have loads of 'stuff' the stuff they do have is good quality and all really functional. The go to lovely child friendly country cafes with their equally successful friends. There is so much to be envious of.
I told her how much I love her house and it makes me envious, and she said 'really? DH and I always come away from your place feeling jealous as your flat has massive rooms, high ceilings and is so light and lovely.' And you know what, our flat is lovely, it is big for a flat (but it has to be as we have no garden!). I live that we have a shop at either end of our street, and that there are street lights where we live. Ok, we can't just step outside our door and go for a walk into the mountains but we can step outside our door and walk into town or to friends. Sometimes you just have to accept the lifestyle that suits you. I could have my friend's life but I don't think I would be happy, and nor she with mine.
I must admit to blog envy too, I look at a lot of craft blogs and feel completely inadequate, but I work nearly full time, and can't possibly find the same time to do as much crafting as they do. Plus, much as I love DD, I really hate 'playing' (in fact this is one thing me and my friend both agreed on yesterday, neither of us enjoys it) it's like a dirty little secret. I keep telling myself that I will enjoy it more when she grows up a bit and is playing with barbies or ponies, but I really don't want to 'be Dora' or Peppa.
Anyway, after that long ramble, my point is, most blogs are an evil exercise in vanity and probably confidence boosting. Be happy with your choices, or if they don't always make you happy, at least remember they are a means to an end.