For many of us, it's the age-old adage: life after 35 is a barren wasteland devoid of any meaningful connections. But the reality couldn't be further from the truth. I'm proof that forming new friendships doesn't have to be confined to the school playground or your first job.
When I reached my mid-30s, my social calendar was empty, and I felt like I'd lost touch with a part of myself. My friends had all moved on – some to suburbia, others to far-flung countries – while I was still stuck in the same old routine. The pang of watching them embark on new lives was almost too much to bear.
I knew that fitting in wasn't the answer; instead, I yearned for connections that felt more authentic. So, I reluctantly dived headfirst into Bumble BFF, the platonic version of dating apps. It was a daunting experience, but with each swipe, I felt like I was getting closer to finding someone who shared my passions.
My first friend, Rachel, turned out to be a kindred spirit – we bonded over our parallel childhoods spent at swimming practice, and despite being vastly different in other ways, our friendship has been nothing short of magical. We've swum together, eaten together, hung out with her dad, and even joined forces on a swimming event.
More recently, I stumbled upon Timeleft, an app that invites you to dine with six strangers. The experience was surreal – we were all matched by an algorithm, yet somehow found common ground in our desire for connection. Elvira, one of the other guests, turned out to be another unlikely friend, and her quick wit and acerbic humor won me over from the get-go.
I've also met new people through co-working spaces, exercise classes, monthly supper clubs, and even local cafes. These connections haven't been limited to women – I've found buddies in all sorts of unexpected places. And while some may attribute my success to being an extrovert, I believe it's more than that.
It seems there's a power in loving yourself before you can love another. When I found a measure of peace and discovered happiness, the world became more interesting – and as it did, others began to see me in a different light. The stats may suggest that making friends gets harder with age, but what they also say is that we should give up hope.
Age doesn't stop you from forming new connections; fear, anxiety, and sadness do. I believe that once you take the time to move through difficult emotions, you'll find that there are plenty of fantastic people out there waiting to be your friend.
When I reached my mid-30s, my social calendar was empty, and I felt like I'd lost touch with a part of myself. My friends had all moved on – some to suburbia, others to far-flung countries – while I was still stuck in the same old routine. The pang of watching them embark on new lives was almost too much to bear.
I knew that fitting in wasn't the answer; instead, I yearned for connections that felt more authentic. So, I reluctantly dived headfirst into Bumble BFF, the platonic version of dating apps. It was a daunting experience, but with each swipe, I felt like I was getting closer to finding someone who shared my passions.
My first friend, Rachel, turned out to be a kindred spirit – we bonded over our parallel childhoods spent at swimming practice, and despite being vastly different in other ways, our friendship has been nothing short of magical. We've swum together, eaten together, hung out with her dad, and even joined forces on a swimming event.
More recently, I stumbled upon Timeleft, an app that invites you to dine with six strangers. The experience was surreal – we were all matched by an algorithm, yet somehow found common ground in our desire for connection. Elvira, one of the other guests, turned out to be another unlikely friend, and her quick wit and acerbic humor won me over from the get-go.
I've also met new people through co-working spaces, exercise classes, monthly supper clubs, and even local cafes. These connections haven't been limited to women – I've found buddies in all sorts of unexpected places. And while some may attribute my success to being an extrovert, I believe it's more than that.
It seems there's a power in loving yourself before you can love another. When I found a measure of peace and discovered happiness, the world became more interesting – and as it did, others began to see me in a different light. The stats may suggest that making friends gets harder with age, but what they also say is that we should give up hope.
Age doesn't stop you from forming new connections; fear, anxiety, and sadness do. I believe that once you take the time to move through difficult emotions, you'll find that there are plenty of fantastic people out there waiting to be your friend.