I was on a retreat last week and met a number of lovely single women. Women who look like they are in their late twenties/ early thirties but are actually in their late thirties/ early forties. Women who live in hip urban neighborhoods and hold down professional jobs, although in careers like PR and marketing that may have been temporary choices that are now stretching into a lifetime. Women who are healthy and fit and adventurous and willing to travel by themselves and meet new people.
All, seemingly, alone. Or at least, they live alone and have no children. Unfortunately we had so little time to talk that I didn’t have a chance to find out their full stories, and there wasn’t the time or place to broach the sensitive subject as to how they felt about being childless.
But even meeting them briefly gave me lots of food for thought.