I felt like I had a mild hangover today, brought on by a combination of Closing Day craziness and running out of one of my medications, which always brings on terrible headaches. I don’t feel any of the anxiety or angst I experienced in the months leading up to my birthday, which is pretty par for the course with me, although I felt a slight sense of urgency when I was perusing my usual online dating sites. Ugh.
Eventually I do want to get married and, despite my uneasiness around small humans, I do want to have at least one child. I spent the first half of my twenties worrying that I would never have those opportunities, while the latter half of my twenties was spent ignoring those concepts in order to tackle grad school and career building/seeking.
Still, I am an unlikely hopeful romantic, but in the meantime I’m just going to keep doing my thing: finding ways to travel overseas, writing and attending writing workshops, tackling academia in one form or another, and, of course, attempting to teach Judaica to fourth graders.