Actually Asten

I’m nearly 33. I’m engaged. I’m building a life I love. And I’m childfree by choice.

Not “we’ll see” childfree. Not “maybe one day” childfree. Just… childfree.

And while I’m at peace with it, the world around me often isn’t.

What People Still Say:

• “You’ll change your mind when you’re older.”
• “But you’d make such a great mum!”
• “What if Myron wants kids though?” (He doesn’t.)
• “Who’ll look after you when you’re old?”
• “Don’t you think you’ll regret it?”

I’ve heard it all. And sometimes, when the questions come from people I love, it stings a bit. But I’ve learned something important:

Being childfree isn’t a rejection of life — it’s a conscious choice about how I want to live it.

The Truth About My Life:

My days aren’t filled with nappies and school runs. They’re filled with writing stories, planning a wedding, laughing until I cry with Myron, and eating toast for dinner if I feel like it.

I have time for rest. I have energy (sometimes). I have freedom to be the full, chaotic, creative version of me — no permission slip required.

My Reasons (And Why They’re Enough):

• I know my limits — physically, emotionally, mentally.
• I’ve seen the kind of parent I’d need to be… and I don’t want to be one at all.
• I value my relationship, my freedom, my peace.
• There’s no hole in my life that a child would fill.

The Part They Don’t See:

They don’t see how full my life already is.

They don’t see the joy in lazy Sundays, the deep love in a relationship that doesn’t hinge on “next steps,” or the meaning I find in my work, my friendships, my identity.

I’m not missing anything. I’m just living differently.

My Version of “Enough”

I don’t need a child to give my life purpose. I don’t need a “next generation” to feel valid. I’m not selfish, broken, or confused.

I’m almost 33. I’m childfree. And I’m finally living a life that feels like mine.

Daisy’s Corner 💬

Look, I babysat once. ONCE. The kid screamed because I said no to a third Babybel. Then he bit me. Bit me. Never again. You think I want one of those full-time? I can barely look after my Sims.

Honestly, being childfree means I can binge-watch crime documentaries and eat cookies in bed without stepping on Duplo. That’s the dream. That’s feminism. That’s Daisy’s Law.