This post is not illness-related at all, but I'm having a blue day.
I've had what you might call a boyfriend (although I hate that word) for the past few months. It was good, but complicated and now, over.
I'll be 27 in September, and believe me, I know that's still young. Lately, though, I can't help feeling like most of my friends have got their ducks in a row, or at least have asked the ducks to begin forming a nice single-file line. My ducks, meanwhile, are still in their eggs, and I don't even know where the nest is.
What if I never even find the fricking nest?!
I'll be 27 and just starting a school program that's going to take me 3 years, plus a year of articling. 27 and single. 27 and only vaguely aware of what I want out of life, and not really sure what any of it looks like. I've realized only lately that I do want the house, the husband, even the baby. All of that feels impossibly far away.
I feel light-years behind everybody else. Wah.
Update: AND I just got back from signing papers at the bank for a holy-shit-enormous student loan. I would officially like to switch lives with my dog for a while: all he has to worry about is carrying people's shoes around the house and making sure his tennis balls never, ever leave his line of sight. I could deal with that.