I’m 34 years old, I wake up every morning when my body wants to.
I take my dogs out for a nice walk and sometimes it’s just a quick pee and sometimes it’s a long walk. I get to choose based on how I feel.
On short walk days, I go back home and lay in bed for 2-3 hours, scrolling, reading a book, maybe sleeping more or just enjoy taking my time.
I don’t have kids so even though things are a little tight money wise in this economy, I feel incredibly lucky that I still make enough for just myself so that I CAN have these peaceful mornings. If I had kids, I would be forced to work a job that wouldn’t accommodate to my schedule.
Because I didn’t have kids, I’m able to finish my Master’s at my pace and give my best on my assignments.
They said I would regret not having children in my 20s. And I LOVE children. I adore them and I love being a kid myself when I’m around them. But it was never right and now I’m 34 years old and…
Not once have I regretted not having children. But there have been SOOOOO MANY DAYS that I’m grateful I didn’t. I feel much more powerful and confident in my 30s than in my 20s and I know I wouldn’t be this woman I love if I had kids before hand.