Mid 30's

It's official.  As of 11:30 this morning, I am officially in my mid 30's.  I have mixed feelings about this.  On the one hand, I am in a far different place than I thought I would be right now - most glaringly, single and childless.  But on the other hand, I think I am a better, strong, and happier person than I would be if my life had gone the way I thought I wanted it to go.  
Growing up I was always the one closest to my family.  I insisted on going to all family functions - which is great - but kind of abnormal when going through the teen years.  Upon many years of self reflection, I think my family was (is) my security blanket that I clung to.  As long as I was with them, I didn't have to deal with anything.  I didn't even have to talk - which, believe it or not, I really didn't do much of growing up.  I was very quiet and quite content to let others speak and make decisions for me.  Because of this, I never really learned who I am until  much later...MUCH later.  We call people like me 'late bloomers'.  Had I married young, it probably would've been just trading one security blanket for another and I would've never have found my own voice.  So while I have days where I am saddened that I have not found Mr. Right and that I do not have a child yet, it doesn't take long for me to remind myself that I will be a better partner and mother because of the extra time I had to figure myself out. 
I've found lately that I've started preparing myself for the chance that I may never find Mr. Right and what that might mean.  Will I be happy enough with just myself?  I  mean, I know I have an amazing group of friends and family who love and support and encourage me.  But like all, I want that one person.  Will I be happy if I don't find him, or will I always feel that emptiness.  Truth be told, the answer is both.  My happiness is not defined by a boyfriend or husband...but I want one.  Period.  And then....will I get to the point where I have a child on my own through adoption or IVF?  What a scary thought.  I know millions of people do this on their own every day, but can I? Well, I know mentally and emotionally I can, but can I financially?  I  mean, I'm a teacher.  I can barely support myself.  And if I decide I can't afford a child (that sounds so horrible), will I be happy without a child?  
So it's such an interesting position to be in.  On the one hand, I truly think I'm better off not getting married early and having kids, like I always dreamed would happen.  But now I'm at the age where my chances of getting married and having kids are decreasing every day.  I mean, I haven't given up, but I honestly have to face this possibility.  How depressing.  
So I'm going to be honest.  I don't think I'm going to love 35.  33...that was a great age.  Can I please just go back a couple years and stay there?  Or...better yet....can Mr. Right come knocking on my door?  Or at least Mr. almost right?