The mean season is tough. It’s cold. It’s dark. It literally froze over last week. The light at the end of the school tunnel moved out by three more days after we were all trapped in the house because of an ice storm last week.

I’m at a weird midway point. It has to be midway because I am not ready to be done and over. I’ve checked all the boxes in my life plan, I’ve failed at some of them (marriage, getting a doctorate, meal planning and cooking) but I’ve tried them all.

I don’t know what to do next, learn next, study next, try next. I have no idea what lights my soul on fire, and it’s really dark and cold in here without that light.