Investing in my own health

 

I have been thinking a lot about financial stability in old age. I think I worry a lot more than my colleagues with children. I don't think any of them are planning to rely on children. But emotionally they feel much more secure.

I know that for me and my husband - that we can only rely on ourselves.

I have been discussing investments with some of my friends. One of them said that she thought the best investments were investments in your own health.

I loved her point so much!

I never thought about it - but I have invested a lot in my own health over the last few years.

Two photos from this summer 🌞:

1) Swimming in the crystal clear sea in Dalmatia is really good for my health!

2) Picking strawberries, blueberries and chanterelles during a long hike in the Julian Alps.

The summer

 

I try to make the most of my summer. Once a week I go swimming in this beautiful alpine lake. My favourite way to get there is to combine cycling with a train ride.

Swimming in the crystal clear alpine lake... just priceless! 

Kilometers cycled this year so far: 1100. 

Happy 😊

The beautiful drawings by two little girls on our fridge

 

I am having a lovely summer.

I haven't written much on my blog lately, mainly because I don't have much more to say about life without children. For me it has become my life and I love it the way it is.  

For a while I thought about shutting down the blog. But then I changed my mind.  I thought of new generations of young women who might be struggling to accept a childless life, and that reading some comforting old text might help (at least a little). So I left it.

A few days ago I had a nice visit from a reader of my blog from abroad - she lives exactly 1000 kilometres north of us.

She came with her husband, both of them much younger than we are. The boys were outside doing some technical stuff. And we were inside, cooking and talking. It was a wonderful feeling - to connect with someone so kind, who had gone through the same suffering as I had 15 years ago.

Then suddenly she noticed two beautiful drawings on our fridge. I told her that I had recently had a pyjama party with 6 (!) nephews and nieces. The two youngest - both aged 5 - decided they wanted to draw something just for me.  Just priceless! I keep the drawings on our fridge and whenever I see them I remember how cute they were and how they belonged to me for two days. How I enjoyed their excitement at being invited to a party in our home for the very first time.

The new blogger friend commented that this is something she could never do - have other people's children's drawings in her home. Because seeing them would break her heart every time.

I told her I understood - that 15 years ago I could never have had the drawings there either. But now I can.

Just another reminder of how hard it is to accept life after infertility. And what a long way I have come. I don't say this very often - I'm proud of myself.