Unbloggable Funk

I've been in a terrible funk lately over things that don't belong in a public blog.  I've started running again in hopes the funk lifts.  I'm 27 years old.  Twenty seven.  I feel like I haven't accomplished much.  I feel removed from the life I've been creating for the last 27 years.  I'm a planner, usually.  Not just the typical make sure that everything gets done properly planner, but the type of person who likes to look five or ten years into the future and have at least a general idea of where I'll be.  Lately I can't see past the summer.  This is partly because I have no idea where I'll be getting a clerkship, but also deals with a whole host of other issues, including but not limited to the faulty ovaries.  I suppose it is the year anniversary of the Bad Thing.  Perhaps that is my problem.  I'm nearly positive that this is one of those fist covering the moon problems--feels bigger than it actually is and also is entirely self-inflicted.  I hope to back to my old perky blogging self soon.