Or maybe that’s just when the lights come on at the party. 

There are thousands of women in New York City that have been head down grinding for that cheese and have climbed the ladder of success, only to reach a lookout and realize “oh fuck, I’m 35” 

 I'm out in a rural area, and the regret all runs the other way. Marry young, have kids, get divorced once the kids are older, join the party.

Women who marry later are actually less likely to divorce, but they struggle to have children. 

 The grass is always greener on the other side.