Ever stop and think when you were the happiest? Or what was
the best year of your life? We tend to think of childhood years as being golden
or the time we first fell in love. Not so, with British females, who tend to
regard that magic time as thirty-three. Friends United took a poll of women
forty and over residing in the UK. The majority picked thirty-three. Why you
might wonder?
Different reasons, some felt they’d grown up enough that
they didn’t have the naiveté of a teenager or their grandiose expectations.
Still others found themselves more settled with an appropriate husband and
children. Both spouse and offspring were still young enough that there weren’t
major power struggles. Some found great joy in their professional careers,
while others remarked on having a strong social network. A few women commented that by their thirties,
they finally had enough money to do what they want.
Was thirty-three a magical age for me? I
pretty much slept walk through it. I worked full time, had a long commute, and
three children under nine. I also spent four nights a week at college finishing
my master’s degree. My meteorology professor commented that I napped through
most of his class. What do you expect at nine-thirty at night? Can’t say it was
the highlight of my life. It did make me wonder what makes life better, more
special, even magical.
Dr. Simon Clark, the founder of eHarmony, believes that the
right person has a beneficial aspect to all facets of your life. With the right
guy, you tolerate nonsense at work with only a wry eyebrow lift and grocery
shopping with a smile. Dr. Clark also believes if everyone found their perfect
match the world would be a happier, more peaceful place. Of course, he adds
that people currently seeking a mate almost seventy percent will not select
their best match; which, of course, explains our divorce rate of 52%. The other
eighteen percent are unaware they’ll ill-matched.
With that in mind, not all the British women who responded
where married when they were thirty-three. Perhaps many had just escaped a bad
pairing and were glad of it. The married ones were content in their marriages.
They had what they always wanted a home, husband, family, and a career. Or maybe it was just their age. A new study by economists David Blanchflower of
Dartmouth and Andrew Oswald of Warwick show European happiness starts rising
around the mid-thirties, but not so with an Americans. We must wait until mid-forties
to find our happiness meter moving upward once again. They also added we are
not as happy as our grandparents despite having more wealth and technology.
Many American women commented that they came alive at fifty when
they decided to not care what other people think. That’s what the Red Hat
Ladies are all about. Just doing things you want to do because well, you want
to. No long drawn out explanations why you’re eating ice cream for breakfast.
Women are usually the ones who stick to social rules never realizing that most
things they adhere to matter little.
What is the best year of my life? I’d have to say right now.
At 51, I am living the life I want. Because my children are grown I am able to
indulge my passion for travel. Sometimes I do eat ice cream for breakfast. Other times I say exactly what I think, and no
one seems too shocked. Best of all, I am marrying my soul mate. Given another
year or so, and I might think 52 is the best year of my life.
4 comments:
Morgan,
What an inspiring post! Best wishes on your marriage, and keep eating that ice cream for breakfast!
Interesting post, Morgan. I wonder if the happiness age will change in the next fifty years. Perhaps our great grandchildren will view us as having been happier than them!
Fantastic post, Morgan. You got me thinking. At twenty, I thought I was on top of the world, in love and getting married to my sweetheart; at thirty, I treasured my little family; at forty, even better; at fifty; kids in college, graduating, getting married, I traveled and had a great career. I'm an optimistic, a positive person who counts her blessing and thanks God every day.
Great post, Morgan. I have to say, that now, in my sixties with more control over my life, I have days of immeasurable pleasure. It's great to be my own boss! Thanks for the chance to see the best in being older!
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