My entire life I’ve struggled to know what my purpose is. Whenever I imagined my future it was never my career I pictured. I didn’t lie awake at night dreaming about a job title - I was picturing dinner tables, growing old with friends and a house full of people I loved. But the one thing that I was never sure of was what I wanted to spend 90% of my life actually doing.

There is a particularly awful feeling that comes with not being able to do the thing you love in the way you used to.

As I approach yet another February 14th single, and begrudgingly try to write a hinge prompt that carefully balances my intelligence and subtle sense of humour, I find myself reflecting on why I’m finding it so hard to fall in love.