26/04/2026
Like many people in their mid 30s, I’ve found myself thinking more and more about the romantic expectations I had for my life when I was younger, and how I’ve had to now start rethinking my choices and direction as those expectations increasingly no longer match my reality.
This piece is about being 35, single, and trying not to pause the present in the hope that a future you had always wanted may not arrive. If any of that resonates, you can read it by going to my substack in my bio.
