Brooklyn No. 4
It's January. But it doesn't really feel like it. It's been warm for the season, with frequent rains broken up by days of sun and blue skies. It hasn't been bad, by any means. Who really likes blustery winds, snowstorms and negative temperatures? (I do.) But it hasn't been as it should be. That irks me. My birthday is in January. It's a day that is characterized by snow too deep to go out in, or days too cold to leave the house. One year, the temperatures on my birthday were colder in my town than in Antarctica. And that's not an exaggeration. However, none of that has ever really bothered me because it's January . All of that is as it should be. I've been thinking about how things should be a lot. Should I be further along in my career? Should I have gotten a better job by now? Should I be more mature? Have more money? So many of these things feel unknowable, immeasurable, weird. And I hate it. L...