• MagicShel@lemmy.zip
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    2 months ago

    I could make arguments for several times. My childhood was defined by summers with my grandparents at their cottage on a lake. No responsibilities and idyllic setting. It was definitely nice.

    My year of active duty army wasn’t the best probably but I sure learned a lot about myself and the world. Probably the most important year for the rest of my life’s happiness.

    The years after my divorce (~32) were the best as far as social life and freedom go. I did a lot of living there. Lots of dating and wild sex, and a very influential vacation to Thailand. As far as raw, visceral joy at life goes, right around 35 was probably peak.

    Now I’m 52. I have enough money to do the (reasonable) things I want — or will have once I’m finished paying off debts from my last long layoff — I have a wife and kids, I help people in my community, I’ve sort of accomplished my goals in life. I’m still working hard, still being challenged. I have things pretty good. I don’t have any friends outside my family though, and that’s a bummer. That and my bad back are probably the only reasons this isn’t a clear winner for the best year of my life.