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Is 29 the perfect age?

Is it just me or is 29 the perfect age? I am only days into this new year and I already think that it is pretty great.

But really, I am sure, this goes for anything after your mid-twenties. Do you feel the same way? You've been out of school for a few years and are really starting on your career. You're at an interesting time where you're still working hard and it seems to be paying off all of a sudden, too. You care less about what other people think and more about what you think.

You're happy. And it shows. A group, weirdly named Genius Gluten Free, conducted a survey which showed that 29 is the most popular age. At 29, people are likely to have an average of 80 friends. This is 30 percent or so more friends than the average number held by other age groups — 64. As New York Magazine's the Cut wrote about 29-year-olds when reporting on the story, "They're just a little wise, just a little youthful, just a little hip, just a little centered. They're still free to go out, but unlikely to be a truly bad influence."

I have to agree. I don't know if it's my new age or all of this yoga I am doing at Power Life, but I feel awfully centered. Maybe that's how you feel when you escape the years that are your teens and early twenties. Those years can be tough. You're still trying to find yourself and are making mistakes along the way. You don't have much experience, so you're not exactly making top dollar. I think of my early, oh-so-broke years in Los Angeles fondly. Partly because I didn't realize I was poor at the time. Everyone I knew, also in their early twenties, was living that way too. I'm glad I lived that way; it makes me appreciative of what I have now, but it was rough.

Helen Mirren wrote in her autobiography, "It seems to me that the years between eighteen and 28 are the hardest, psychologically. It's then you realize this is make or break; you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult—but you are not ready." I used to have conversations with my friend Alex about the adult and not-so-adult things I had done that day. For example, I paid my taxes: very adult. I drank from the wine bottle because all my glasses were dirty: not-so-adult. I find that the "not-so-adult" times are farther and fewer in between lately. I mean, they still happen daily; just not multiple times a day anymore.

I feel ready for all that comes with this age and all that will come after it. Frankly, I just know I am lucky to have made it through the worst of my twenties and out the other side. Bring it on, 29.