At 16 I accepted very little advice; verbal, written or otherwise, because I already knew
everything!
At 21 when I got married (first time) I began the long process of learning to accept advice. Believe it or not, occasionally
she was
right.
At 31 (second marriage) with 2 boys in the house, I was giving advice, accepting advice and disputing advice all at the same time.
At 41 my teen boys were very much in the need of advice; however, as with me, by that age they already knew
everything.
At 51, I was divorced a second time with an even bigger settlement, the boys were married and I was hitting the tavern most every evening.
(I was beginning to realize that I needed some advice.)
At 62 I now accept all the advice I can get, be it verbal or written, because I finally came to realize how little I really know.