Yesterday, I turned thirty-one.
Most days, I’m happy with my life. Today I’m feeling vulnerable. I’m questioning a lot of choices and priorities. I suppose every person has to wade through those choices. Those priorities. I finish my master’s degree this spring, and I’m wondering if continuing on for my PhD is really… right for me. I never doubted it before. At any step. Is it just the stress that I’m feeling at the end of the semester? Really, I’m about a week behind on everything that I want to have any headway in.
I’m beginning to think that I’m trying to hard to construct myself. I need to find a balance between intention and surrender.
Tonight. Tonight, I just want someone to buy me ice cream, to tell me that it will be okay, and to lay in the grass and look at the stars with me.