I'm so, so lucky that at least I don't have a strong desire for children. (I did back in the dark ages of my brief engagement, but it died along with my love for Mr. Flaky.) I'm also very lucky that my mom works with babies and doesn't pressure me to give her grandchildren. She adores babies and is wonderful with them, and would have made a wonderful grandmother.
And I absolutely know that settling for a not-right mate is not for me.
But grilled cheesus, I get tired of years passing without love. The holidays are really ghastly since they seem like check-in points on life, and I'm dissatisfied with my career, too, so all around it's just kind of sucky right now.
Will y'all give me a gentle kick and a reminder that, at 42, I have not totally missed my window for romantic (and, for that matter, career) happiness?