A lovely post from a fellow 35 year old living the “unconventional” life!
I am 35.
I don’t know if that really qualifies as a confession. Or if that’s what I really mean to confess.
Maybe what I should have written is Confession: I am 35 and I’m not married and I don’t have kids and I’m not a publisher and I don’t own a big house or a car and I’m not where I always thought I would be at 35.
But that’s really too long for a title. So I condense. I am 35.
Sometimes it feels like I’m being left behind.
I am the bridesmaid, standing at the altar in the pink satin dress and matching shoes that I will never wear again, heart cracking a little each time I’m not the one saying “I Do.” Each time someone else is chosen ‘for better or worse’.
I am “Aunt Katie”, aunt in quotes because I’m really not the…
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