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Why?
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Always the current one.
It's a question of mindset! |
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30s. Stopped giving a crap about what other people think, stopped trying to make other people happy and pleasing them, learned to do for myself what I had been focused on doing for others.
I don't really care if you like me, or approve of me. I don't care about impressing you. I know I'm not being mean or hurtful, and as long as I'm decently kind, that's all that matters. |
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Probably my 20s, although I would chop off my own arm to do them over again with the wisdom I have now.
Being older and wiser is nice, but I miss the freedom and possibility that I had in my 20s. |
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| I'm 44 and this is my best so far. I finally have a little extra money to travel with, I know more and care less. I feel like I'm better at life if that makes sense. |
| 20s |
| Another 20s. I'm 44. |
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My 30s. 40 was my most lucrative year in my career, I got married, in my 30s I upgraded a home bought a vacation property had three kids. Traveled.
My 40’s? I love the kids that my babies have become but I feel like my parents generation is starting to die, friends my age are getting cancer, many friends are struggling with parenting/Kids /marriage- it all just feel harder |
| 30s. I'm 40. Stopped caring so much what other people think of me, had my kids. |
| Sorry that first 40 should say 30. |
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30s.
I keep hearing that 40s are great, but they suck. I never cared what people thought of me. And I hate always being in pain. I get not everyone has this, but for me it’s been a decade of pain. And doctors do not care at all if a 40 year old woman complains about pain. |
I'm so sorry to hear that, PP. That's terrible. |
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30s. I'm still finishing up this decade though.
My 20s were really fun, but it was filled with *searching*. I was search for a husband, searching for jobs, searching for new friends each time I moved, searching for a path, for direction, for stability. My 20s were exhausting and filled with unmet expectations, disappointment, constantly second guessing my decisions and choices. I was always burdened with these life altering decisions that would be so far reaching in their impact on where they would take my life. Which grad program should i choose? Which city should I move to? I like this guy, but is he husband material? Do I really want to work in this field? Should I turn down this soul sucking job that pays well or will I be destitute if I work for the small non-profit? Ugh. Now, I'm in my late 30s. I'm locked in for life with my husband, for 25 years with my mortgage, for 12 more years with the kids at a minimum, and hopefully with my job until I retire. My life is set in motion and now I can kick back on autopilot. My life isn't perfect, but the choices are mostly made. Clearly, I suffer from crippling indecisiveness. |
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20s and 30s.
40s suck. |