Maybe it's my age.
Maybe I'm sensitive.
Maybe there are just more babies and wedding rings around lately.

It's hard to keep the thoughts and feelings from creeping in that say there's something missing from my life. Or that I should be somewhere different than I am. I mean, I have no idea what it's like to put my baby to sleep after a long day. To share the delight in her smiles with my husband. To take our dog for a walk. To discuss christmas plans with both my family and his. It just feels like everyone else has this life that I do not. And it's hard to not wonder, "shit, am I supposed to make that happen somehow?  Am I doing something wrong? Am I missing out?"
Then I realize I'm sitting on a park bench listening to the music I want to listen to (90's R&B jamz) and I have nowhere to be. In fact, my greatest struggle of the last hour (it really felt a struggle!) was figuring out what I wanted to do with my time- work some more, just sit here, take a nap, do hot yoga, do regular yoga, or sit here, or go for a run, or meet some friends for an afternoon cocktail, or sit here. (I decided I needed to rest, and consequently just making that decision gave me the energy I coveted and found myself doing handstands.  I will shortly go watch Bradley Cooper in his new film, pretending he's acting so well in order to impress me. I'll probably also get nachos at the Mexican place next door and eat them in the movie even though this is illegal. I'll probably also have a beer even though yesterday I decided I should quit drinking.)
Anyway, maybe it does seem like I'm the only one not married or with kids or with prospects of such. But just because I am alone it does not mean I am left out. It means I am rare. Unique. Badass. And my life is amazing. And I will appreciate all of its and my uniqueness to the best of my ability. I am grateful for it all.