Hey guys, it’s late and I’m on my fourth cup of tea because I can’t seem to get warm, so I’d thought I share a thought with you today. I was talking to someone the other day about the best age to have kids, to which my answer was, “whenever you have them,” and their answer was, “after twenty-five because I don’t want to waste the good years of my life.”
The good years? What the hell are the good years?
Well, according to the someone I was talking to and a survey done by Cosmopolitan, the good years are your early twenties. Seriously, your early twenties? What about thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or the golden years? And have you taken a look a Lady Gaga, RDJ, or Meryl Streep lately? I’m not saying that they weren’t fantastic in their 20s, but they definitely weren’t at their peak.
And while we’re on the topic of peaking, here are some fun facts about
age that I found while searching the internet:
- Muscular strength peaks around age 25 and then plateaus for the next 10-15 years before declining.
- You remember names best at 22, but you recognize faces best at 32.
- Emotional intelligence peaks around age 60.
- Concentration peaks around age 40.
- Native English-speaking adults learn about one word a day until middle-aged.
- Confidence in physical appearance is highest in Americans over 65.
I guess my whole point to all of this is not limit yourself to 5% of your lifetime. Each decade of your life is different and a whole new world opens up to us as we age. I am 26 years old and I sure as hell won’t tell you the best years of my life have come and gone in the past six years, because the thing is, many of those twenty-six years have been “good years” (even the questionable ones), and I look forward to so many more to come. I don’t want to look back at my life in my 80s and think that all the fun I had happened 60 years ago. How sad is that?
Okay, rant over. My tea is gone, it’s still late, and I’m still cold, so I’m going to bed. I’d love to hear your thoughts though! What do you think about the good years?