It’s that time of year again – when the sight of baby bumps and the sound of I Dos are as common as the mercury rising.
The other day, I spotted three pregnant women within a two-block radius. And I’ll be attending two weddings this month.
With all of this exposure to babies and happily ever after, I can’t help thinking about timing and what an impact it has on these milestones.
When I was in my twenties, I never imagined that I would reach my mid-thirties and still be single. Looking back at the trajectory my life has taken, though, I can’t imagine it having gone any other way.
Over the last decade, I’ve had the pleasure and privilege of following my dreams wherever they’ve taken me. From chasing on-camera stardom in Illinois and Delaware to living the good Aussie life as a Sydney resident for five months, I have truly enjoyed the freedom that comes with being unattached.
And, of course, along the way, I have made a few pitstops for romance. I’ve experienced my fair share of serious relationships and not so serious dalliances that have helped shape both the woman I’ve become and the partner I look forward to becoming someday. In the meantime, I’m happy to be single – and to be a part of the nuptial and parental rites of passage.