Of course, I never did the latter but the point is, I could have.

I had only seen commitment referred to in a romantic context, so as someone with things in her fridge that have outlasted her relationships, I thought it didn’t apply to me.

I had never committed to anything (or anyone) in my life.

My longest relationship lasted a mere six months, I never stayed in one place longer than a year and I changed career multiple times.

Life as a stand-up suited my fear of commitment. No boring routine, no tedious small talk with Sharon from accounts, no daily commute. Bliss.

However, it also meant I couldn’t commit to holidays, friends’ weddings or any semblance of a savings account.

When I hit my 30s my most used sentence (apart from “I just fancy a quiet night in tonight”) became “I’m just not ready for commitment.”

I still dated, albeit half-heartedly, but after a few uninspiring outings I found myself declaring myself “off men” and started googling “women-only communes” in earnest.

This is how to embrace commitment when you’re a commitment-phobe