In truth, it probably has nothing to do with here or there, owning or renting, working or staying home, career or not… It probably has nothing to do with any of those external things, and everything to do with something inside me. The problem is in me, and the solution is in me. But I honestly do not know what it is, where to find it, or how to fix it. And so instead, I carry on, pointing accusingly at so many outside things, sure each time that this is it.
Or perhaps I just need more sleep. And the ability to move through life with the swiftness that I took for granted when I was toddler-free.