Maybe? But I’m in my 60s, and have dabbled in a lot of stuff, so seems unlikely.
Don’t get me wrong, there are loads of things I like. I picked up guitar in my 30s and enjoy that. My background is software engineering, and I enjoy stuff related to that. I read a giant amount of SF and fantasy. I’m a total chocoholic. I like exploring new places. But none of these things make me giddy happy like the stuff we’re talking about.
Perhaps you just need to find your thing?
At some point you realize you’ve sacrificed your “thing” to survive and you just shrug and try to remember what it was. eh.
Never too late to find something that sparks childlike glee. I’m in my 30s and I just rolled through home depot on heelys looking for insulation.
I’m afraid this is the case with my parents. I can’t help but feel a bit responsible for this
Poetic as fuck.
Maybe? But I’m in my 60s, and have dabbled in a lot of stuff, so seems unlikely.
Don’t get me wrong, there are loads of things I like. I picked up guitar in my 30s and enjoy that. My background is software engineering, and I enjoy stuff related to that. I read a giant amount of SF and fantasy. I’m a total chocoholic. I like exploring new places. But none of these things make me giddy happy like the stuff we’re talking about.
Find out where the closest Muppet is to you, and go meet them in person.
Garaunteed giddiness wil ensue.