As far as I know, my sister and I are the only ones in our generation of the family who want kids. She already has two, and I’m still trying to figure out the timing. But our cousins, for one reason or another, have all decided that having kids isn’t part of their life plan.
When I decided to become a freelancer a couple years ago, I was definitely sold the dream. Work when you want, spend time with loved ones, pick your own rates, etc., etc. I still believe I made the right choice, but nestled in those dreams were some startling nightmares I didn’t prepare for.
The stress can be unreal.