Luckily 30’s is where you start to experience age stuff so you are already past 7 years of the new normal. Unfortunately it continues on like that and by late 40’s you sorta used to taking into account your capabilities as you do things and actually adjust to the new normal.

Enjoy it. Am almost 60 and would love to be 37 again.

37 was a fun year because I got to spend it quoting Monty Python: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyZaUwG50zI

I thought I was 37 before the gal I’m seeing learned my bday and told me I’m 38. Then I turned 39 a couple of months later, so I aged 3 years in a few months. It’s just a number, and gray facial hair looks great.

37 was the year I started planning my retirement. At 38, I officially retired. I started growing a beard and was surprised to find a white patch to one side on my chin.

Now at 41, my entire chin has turned white and I have salt-and-pepper hair throughout my beard and head hair.

37 truly is a magical age.

The same way I handled being 36 and 38, and every other age.
It’s only a crisis if you make it a crisis. If you have a nice life be happy about it.
Don’t overthink shit that doesn’t matter.

I’m in a much better place at 43 than 33. My finances are better, my kids are older and much less maintenance. I have way more free time now. I remember fighting for 30min one or twice a week to game for a little bit and feeling guilty after (had 4 kids under 10). Now? I game almost every day if I want. I actually get a little bored sometimes. It’s luxurious. My body doesn’t feel much different either. Bit slower healing, but I love my 40s. Don’t make me go back.

37 was one of my better years. I had disposable income to go do whatever stupid hijinks I could think of. I did start seeing less of my friends who had started families. But I also switched jobs to do new interesting things. We did lots of concerts, community events, I took photography classes. It was great. I enjoyed my thirties.

My forties have been very rough though. And that could just be from coincidence of life events happening. I’m actually looking forward to 50. I am hoping my 50s are like my 30s, just a tad slower. And my friends are coming back on the radar as their kids are leaving for college.

I used to get somewhat concerned about the remaining time I have left, but I must have somehow come to terms with it. I look back on the last 25 years and think of all that has happened. It feels like both just yesterday and “damn, that was forever ago”. The next 25 may feel just as long and be just as full. I’m ok with that. I’m just trying to enjoy the ride.

I mean, at that points it’s just another day. Source: am 42

Make him watch this Veritasium video: https://youtu.be/d6iQrh2TK98

I’m pushing numbers like that. And I have to say, when I really stop and think about it, my life just keeps getting better. I keep getting better. My mind is better. My attitude is better.

I think about death a lot, but I also think about life a lot. Its easy to think back and say “if only I could go back” forgetting that who you are now and who you were then are completely different. We wish we had more time to be young and wise, but usually you have to pick one out the other.

Being 37 is better than dying at 23.

One should aim to be old and decrepit. Beats the alternative.

It’s better than the alternative.

A birthday is just a day, just like the day before and the day after. There is nothing that dramatically changes overnight except for the number.