I was guilty of agonizing now and then, of letting my uncertainty sabotage my chances at happiness. I mourned for things that hadn’t happened, things that never would. So much of life is marked by birthdays, graduations, weddings, births. I’d had my fair share of birthdays, graduated twice, and married a man I loved. Without children to experience those same things, time seemed to stand still. The selfish years of my teens and twenties were long gone, and now, it didn’t seem like enough to just take care of myself.
