Preface: I’m pretty adamant about the fact that I don’t want to have kids, and I will be discussing these thoughts and feelings in this post. It does not mean I think poorly of those who do, who want to, or who wish they could have children. These are only my own personal beliefs and they are not meant to hurt anyone in any way.
When I started college twelve years ago as an 18 year old freshman, I was given an assignment: write a letter to my future self, outlining where I saw myself at graduation and then my 10 year plan.
As a freshman, I planned on focusing on musical theatre performance, perhaps taking some classes in education. I wanted to run a musical theatre company for youth similar to the one I attended as a homeschooler throughout high school.
So that meant I would graduate with my musical theatre focused degree at age 22.
By age 24 or maybe 25 at the latest, I would be married to a wonderful guy.
And a couple years after that at 26 or 27, I would have my first kid. My second would follow a couple years later, so I would have my intended two children by the time I was 30.
I’m now 30, and the only thing that happened in that 10 year plan was “I graduated with some sort of degree at age 22.”
And I did get married, but it was to a woman.
And that marriage was over by the time I hit 30.
And now, I don’t even want any of that.
Let’s back up.
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