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Closer to being done with all this silliness.
Not wanting to go out or be social is more acceptable. Plus more excuses to stay home are available.
It’s an arbitrary milestone. For me, I stopped worrying about money around 32.
Going to your religious place of worship and pray to your god to be taken to heaven
Calming the fuck down
Finally got my crap together. Career taking off, got rid of my toxic relationships, adopted several cats, getting into really good shape.
I’m in my 40s and, uhhhh…
Depending on how you’ve played your cards the best part is that you’ve ditched your shitty “friends” and have your 5 or less close friends now.
You’ve solidified the music you like. The books you care to read.
I’m 25 and still sorting out the books I care to read. I’m overwhelmed with choice, particularly interesting works in genres that I don’t find much joy in.
Every year is my favorite year. Currently 55. Only reason to go back would be to undo stupid shit i said/did.
This is a morbid take but it applies to me right now.
After 30 or 30s rather, you are in a position of your life where you can look back at everything that has lead up to your life at its current point. If you decide that your life hasn’t been as fruitful as you wanted it to be, you’ve endured a lot of shortcomings, you’ve taken a lot of shit on the chin, you’re not looking forward to growing old where anything and everything will take advantage of you. I can’t blame a single person who decided to call it a wrap, if you know what I mean.
I plan on going on a little more further but there will be a stage in my life where I’ve got nothing to both look forward to and nothing worth of merit that had made my life completely worthwhile, where I’d just call it right then and there.
Yeah I can see that, I’ve been in that space. Ultimately at some point I decided if I was done, why not insteadtry doing something drastic like cutting all ties and trying to travel the world by any means necessary, just starting over and getting all the living I can done, you know?
a few years in my thirties was my best time of life. Was able to afford living near the city which was also near my work. I don’t think that has to do with age though as much as stable employment.
Sweet sweet brain maturity
I once heard someone say:
“My teens were my body’s puberty, my twenties were my mind’s puberty. By my thirties I started to have a handle on things.”
That has really stuck with me. I’ve loved my thirties!
Finally being able to (mostly) make decisions without undue influence of horniness.
You start to really see who is here for you and who is here just to fuck around. You are surrounded by people who are both and after I hit 30, a lot of it became clearer as to who I should be returning my energy to.
For me it was everything professionally and personally started taking off.
