And I’m sure you will be. I’ve been where you were, not sure either way, although for me it was partially about not finding the right partner until my late thirties, and as it turned out, by then it was too late for me. And I also had that fear of missing out on a significant life experience – but the fear can work both ways. After getting married at 38, I tried hard to get pregnant – even went through two years of IVF, but only ended up with one early miscarriage. And during that period, despite my ambivalence, I really wanted a child. But I think my husband was less sure on that – or maybe, more anxious about what it would mean. In the end, my body made the decision for us. And there was grief to work through (at least, for me). And realisation of career opportunities I let go by, because my focus was elsewhere. But now, I am where I am, and have realised the flip side is that I am freer to explore other things – particularly creativity – that may have been partially curbed by young children. And I also feel less trapped by my current career – not needing to worry about supporting dependents. So I’m working out my way, one step at a time, from a place where options still feel open. As are so many of us, who ended up taking a less familiar route. And yes, I am more than okay. And my husband and I are both doing fine – together!