For me from a pretty young age up until about 21 years old hallucinogenics had a huge place in my life.
Back in the 1960s I saw Peter Paul and Mary. I was at that age about 14 and I was mesmerized.
Despite what anti-aging ads say growing older can be better. I feel better in my skin 100 percent. You have greater effects of gravity but the better sense of yourself you have is something I wouldn't trade. Women who lie about their age - 'why?'
The wonderful thing about age is that your knees don't work as well you can't run down steps quite as easily and obviously you can't lift heavy weights. But your mind doesn't feel any different.
I basically started playing violin at the age of six. That lasted about three years because my previous teacher died and the second teacher didn't really know how to successfully get me going.
From age 16 I lived and breathed wine. I read every magazine and book about wine.
I'd date someone younger or older age doesn't matter to me. Or looks really - it's all about maturity.
About the time I turned 50 I experienced the profound biological change that often accompanies women at that age. Also I put two kids in college and lost both of my parents so I'm no longer somebody's daughter.
Your 40s are a major trough. About the age of 50 feelings of satisfaction begin to rebound and keep rising into your 50s 60s and 70s with health being a major factor.
Never say never but the thought of electively cutting oneself is beyond my grasp and I also object to it politically. Denying the lines on our faces makes a comment about age and wisdom I don't care to make.
So here is one of my theories on happiness: we cannot know if we have lived a truly happy life until the very end. This view of life and death was reinforced by my close witnessing of the buildup to the death of Philip Gould. Philip was without doubt my closest friend in politics. When he died I felt like I had lost a limb.