This kind of thinking keeps me up at night, but I pretend it doesn't because I am supposed to be evolved. I worry about dying alone, unmarried and childless, because I spent so much time pursuing my career and accumulating degrees. I am willing to make certain compromises (not sacrifices) in order to do so - namely, maternity leave and slowing down at work to spend more time with my child, writing less, so I can be more present in my life.