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.