I’m in my thirties.¹
Depending on who you talk to, some people think this is ancient and others think I’m in the prime of my life.
The more I think about it, the more I can’t help but notice a pattern:
Times where I feel young:
- Playing drinking games with friends
- Hanging out with friends from college
- Dancing at a bar until 1 AM
- Talking to young, successful people
Times where I feel old:
- Playing drinking games with friends
- Hanging out with friends from college
- Dancing at a bar until 1 AM
- Talking to young, successful people
Notice anything unusual?
It took me most of my twenties to realize your age doesn’t define you — how old you feel depends entirely on your perspective.²
I know — this isn’t anything revolutionary, but it does deserve a closer look.
After all, it’s hard not to feel this way when society is obsessed with success such at an early age.
Don’t believe me?
