I'm 31. In my opinion I am still young. Okay, I'm not twenty any more. But I'm not seventy either. I have no real issue with my age as I am now. But maybe I will as time goes by. Sometimes I wonder where the time went so far and know that in another 31 years I will be quite a ripe age.
I think I have achieved a fair amount for the age I am. There will always be someone who has achieved more or taken a more sensible path. As long as I am happy with me, other people's opinions do not matter.
If I could turn the clock back ten years where would I be? Still at university studying my Dip HE, still gawky, still awkward, lacking the confidence that I was okay being me. And still facing the heartache I felt in my late twenties as I had my first experience of depression and felt I would never get better. Realistically I couldn't take off my 31 year old head and plant it on my 21 year old body so I might have to make do with the frown lines.
I may not pass for an adolescent but then if I did I wouldn't have much credibility with my clients.
"A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world." - Maurice Chevalier