When You Chase Two Moments, But Cannot Run That Fast

How do you measure, measure a year?

About a year ago, I wrote something on how you measure a year, like in the Rent song:

Infertility Bullshit, Take 91,396: How Do You Measure A Year?

What I was getting at in that post — probably poorly — is that a lot of people associate a year with 2–3 specific memories, i.e. “I met this person,” or “I had a kid,” or “I switched to this job.” When you get pretty deep into infertility bullshit, where I’ve been for 3–4 years now, you measure a lot of years by, “Well, did we have a kid?” The answer typically comes back no. It’s harder at the end of the year, i.e. the holidays, because most people really only associate the holidays with kids.

On another Christmas, without kids: The energy drops from the room

Well, here I am 13 days from the end of another year. No kid, no pregnancy, life goes on. I got two new jobs since September — four new jobs if you…