While many people might lament being single in their thirties, I loved my life back then. I had a great career, enjoyed traveling and went wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted. It’s only when I look back that I realize I was just living in the moment rather than with any real intention.
I was in three long-term relationships, one that lasted nine years, one for six years, and the third was two-and-a-half years. When the third relationship ended, I was 37 and single again. This time, rather than jumping into another relationship, I decided to spend time on myself.
I started asking questions I'd never previously considered. What would I regret not doing? Some people grow up with a vision of what they want when they’re older.
Marriage, kids, the big house, you name it, they have it mapped out. But I was never particularly maternal. I didn’t dream of having babies, doing the school run or being a soccer mom.
Sure, I thought maybe one day it might happen, but it wasn’t something I desperately wanted. I didn't want to have a baby just for the sake of having one. I wanted to build a happy, loving home with the right person.
One day, while I was walking home from work, something shifted. I walked past this man carrying his baby in a carrier and it felt so lovely and wholesome. I felt this sudden longing for that life.
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