Why do I write?

I suppose existential crisis is a little far-fetched, but…actually…nope. That sounds about right, spot on in fact. Last year was a shit year. I started the year with a miscarriage, which resulted in a confusing mix of grief and relief and triggered some visceral, physiological baby urge that has been hard to shake and hard to understand. I turned 30. I had the hardest year of my career and generally have grave concerns about where education is going and whether or not I want in on that ride. And in hindsight, I was also depressed.