I thoroughly enjoyed my 30s. My son was young, I was fit, free, and adventurous. I was in love for some of it - and I spent some of it in deep grief when he died. I had a job I loved, I felt like I had all the time in the world - meaning I could fit a lot into my days and had the energy to do it all. Life was good.
Now not so much. My work and education have consumed my life, personal adverse experiences have destroyed my spirit, and I hardly know how to enjoy myself or laugh anymore. The only thing that keeps me afloat is hope that there might be a better tomorrow.