Hello… Jackie here..
I’m 39.
Which apparently means I should have everything figured out by now.
Career? ✔️
Life experience? ✔️
Opinions I didn’t ask for? Oh, absolutely ✔️✔️✔️
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about timing. About how I wish I had started certain things earlier. Writing. Taking risks. Trusting myself instead of waiting for permission that was never coming anyway. I always thought I’d “get to it.” Turns out, later has a funny habit of showing up faster than expected.
What’s frustrating is that even now—older, wiser, supposedly braver—I still get stopped by the same things that held me back before. Overthinking. Comfort zones. That little voice that says, “Maybe tomorrow.”
Spoiler: tomorrow is unreliable.
And then there’s the age thing. The big four-zero lurking around the corner like an unwanted pop-up ad. Suddenly, people feel very comfortable asking very personal questions.
“Do you have kids?”
“Are you planning to?”
“Don’t you want one before it’s too late?”
No.
I don’t.
Not because I can’t. Not because I tried or didn’t try. That’s none of anyone’s business anyway. I simply enjoy quiet. I enjoy my own company. I enjoy my husband. I enjoy not needing to fill every moment with noise, chaos, or tiny humans demanding snacks.
I’m also at that stage where retirement planning is a real conversation. So yes—let’s definitely add a child to the mix. Makes total sense.
Hard pass.
This blog isn’t about convincing anyone of anything. It’s not anti-kids, anti-life, or anti-anyone. It’s just honest. It’s for people who feel slightly behind, slightly ahead, or completely off the expected timeline. For people who are doing “fine” but still feel like there’s more they want to say, try, or become.
I’ll be sharing my daily struggles, thoughts, and observations. Sometimes serious. Sometimes sarcastic. Sometimes unnecessary—but aren’t we all, a little?
If something here entertains you, helps you, or makes you feel less alone, that’s enough for me.
Stop by. Leave a comment. Share a thought. Or suggest a topic you’re tired of pretending you don’t care about.
So yeah.
Let’s go.
Unrushed 