When I was 15, people I admired the most were 25-30. I wanted to hang out with them, to be like them, to learn from them, but more than anything else, I wanted them to think I was cool.
Last weekend, someone I know who is 40 sent me a snapshot of a request to follow they received on Instagram from a 15-year-old we both know. The 40-year-old said, “Aww! I feel like an officially cool person right about now.”
It struck me that I had no idea, when I was 15, that the feeling sometimes worked both ways. Few things on earth feel better than the attention of people we admire.