I've started to notice/collect things that are the same age as me. Born in 1966. They feel like things to compare myself against.
This tree, for instance, is on the estate where I grew up and was planted around the time we moved in, which was around when I was born. It normally looks old to me. Gnarled. But every now and then it blossoms. That's inspiring.
I got this watch off ebay. Less than £30. It claims to be from 1966, which is good enough for me. Still going! Also inspiring.
Or there's this magnificent mug. From 1966, when celebratory football merch was somehow tasteful. Hasn't aged at all.