I’m a 50-year-old native of Hamburg who boldly ventured to London at 25. As Frank Sinatra famously crooned about New York, you can just swap it for London – a thrilling metropolis where you compete with the best.
My daring move involved 25 childless years, occasionally tasting the bitterness of the the Kübler-Ross curve (which shows stages of grief, with the ultimate goal being acceptance).
Then, an intriguing twist: I met my husband, also childless after 16 years of a previous marriage, on the same path. Interestingly, he never went on the Kübler-Ross curve about his childlessness. His whole life is lived by the mantra: “Focus solely on the right reasons,” but also focus on the things you have rather than the things you don’t have.
(Needless to say, and it should come as no surprise, our family bible is Mark Manson’s book titled “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck”. This book helped us a lot, so we can only recommend it.)
Let’s get real – we have a lot to be thankful for in London: peace, free speech, loving friends, and each other. Our little family, consisting of my husband, me, and our Chow Chow, exudes love.
Acceptance varies, but we’ve chosen the simple route: embracing what we have. It’s a formula that worked wonders for us. To all fellow childless adventurers, may your journey be as fulfilling as ours!