Everyone Else Seems to Have Their Life Together. So Why Do I Feel Fine... Until I Don't?
31. It's a strange age. Old enough that people stop asking what you want to be when you grow up, and start assuming you've already become it. Around me, life seems to be unfolding exactly as it should. Weddings fill the weekends. Pregnancy announcements appear one after another. Friends swap city flats for family homes. Dogs become babies. Babies become toddlers. Conversations revolve around school catchment areas, mortgage rates and sleep schedules. Sometimes I look around and wonder if everyone received a map that somehow never made it to me. The funny thing is, I do want those things. I think I do, anyway. A partner. A home that feels lived in. Sunday mornings that belong to more than just me. Maybe children. Maybe a dog. Maybe the kind of ordinary life that, from the outside, looks beautifully unremarkable. But there's another part of me that wonders whether I'd want those things quite so desperately if I wasn't constantly surrounded by them. If I could press mu...
