I did my first ever corn maze O less than three weeks ago, at age 65 (or 66 depending on how age is measured*). I can feel my life turning around already. You can wait until next year's CMO season to do your first, and you'll still be decades ahead of me in turning your own life around.
January-born folks might not appreciate it, but you folks born in December like me might understand the uncomfortable hesitation I experience when the topic of my age comes up.
When I was younger, it took only a second or two to answer the question, "How old are you?" (but even that short pause could elicit a puzzled look at the difficulty I was having with such a seemingly simple question). As I advance further into senility, the time to answer the age question inexorably increases, such that now, 5 or 10 seconds of awkward silence is not uncommon. It is quite the mental challenge to go through a full analysis of whether the context is O or not O!
In some especially confusing circumstances, say if I am talking to a fellow orienteer about qualifying for Social Security or Medicare (and nowadays this is a very common topic of discussion amongst orienteers, since as has been discussed at great length lately, the sport is increasingly dominated by an aging population), then it can take the better part of a minute for my poor brain to sort out which kind of age is the appropriate answer.
It is such a relief to get to those last couple of weeks of the year where the burden of this problem is lifted off my shoulders. But only briefly, come New Years the weight returns.
I always just say "I was born in 1980." That fact doesn't seem to change no matter how old I get. :)
Good to know there is still hope for me & corn mazes :)