The other day I spotted the chart below, originally posted in Business Insider, in my Facebook feed. While there are several things to look forward to, I have to say, according to this, my life opportunities are behind me. Some, long behind me. I guess I'll never make that Nobel-Prize winning discovery. Or run a marathon (totally fine with this by the way). I'm not sure what to make of peaking at 10 years of age for staying alive. I kind of think that should show up on the day before your birthday each year. And if my brain processing power peaks at 18, how is it that I'll have the best chance of playing great chess 13 years later? And why is there a "female attractiveness to men" age but not one for when we gals find men most attractive? I'd be worried about that one men. I am most satisfied with life at age 23? Well, I was having some fun but I can tell you in my 20s I was looking forward to my 30s because life was too chatoic.
Apparently, at 56, I am in a vast wasteland of doing anything best. Somehow I have vocabulary to look forward to in 13 years - which must mean I'll be working a lot of crossword puzzles in my retirement because I've personally found my ability to call up vocabulary words to be, currently, abysmal. I truly look forward to finally achieving happiness with my body in another 18 years. I would call that "finally throwing in the towel" and accepting what's staring back at me in the mirror. I'm not sure "happiness" quite describes that. And finally achieving psychological wellbeing at 82 is a blessing because I'll have nothing more to look forward to. I wonder what Grandma Moses would have made of this list.
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