I felt the same way getting close to 30, that I was getting old and approaching an age where everything in my life was about to crystallize, freeze, and stay that way forever. That the interesting time in my life, where I could make important changes, was about to end. Now I’m 39 and I actually feel younger now, because I’m starting to realize how long life is and how much more I have to go - and I don’t intend to live it all out as a frozen version of myself. I enrolled in a PhD program and it was tough to give up creature comforts but it’s been exciting, like I’ve taken advantage of my agency/autonomy for the first time in my life. I’ve stopped dealing with impossible family members and pressuring myself to do what other people want. I’m enjoying this adventure so much more now, and appreciating little things. What I’m trying to say is, happiness and satisfaction is a matter of perspective and growing older will hopefully give you more perspective. I think my best years are still ahead of me.
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