Full of optimism, I woke up this morning of my 35th birthday and my first thought was that, if I am lucky and make it to 70-odd, I am halfway through my life. What a terrible thought.
I feel like I have accomplished so little. I am in a good, steady job and have purchased a property, am in relatively good health, have a loving family and friends who seem to care about me, so why do I feel so empty and unfulfilled? Maybe it is because I am on my own. Painfully so it seems at times. Yet another of my friends has gotten engaged. I am ambivalent about having kids so there is no desperate race on to find someone in order to procreate, but I admit it, I am sick of being lonely.
I don't have some huge & complicated list of criteria that I am looking for in someone, so why is it so hard???
