Our Creative Passions Are Doing Us MoreGood Than We Know
Here’s some genuinely wonderful news: all those creative pursuits we love, painting, music, museum visits, or that pottery class we’ve been meaning to try are way more than enjoyable. Science is now telling us they may be some of the most powerful things we can do for our health as we age. Our hobbies are working hard for us, and the research to back that up has never been stronger.
Our Brain Loves What We Love
We’ve long suspected that creative activities are good for the brain, as the evidence keeps getting better. Research has consistently shown that things like dance, painting, or playing an instrument can keep our minds more youthful and resilient than our age alone would suggest. Professor Daisy Fancourt dives deep into this science in her inspiring book Art Cure: The Science of How the Arts Save Lives; a fascinating read that will make you feel great about every creative thing you do.
Also, a new study published in the Journal of Alzheimer’s & Dementia has added something truly exciting to this picture. Among 700 adults aged 40 - 59, researchers found that those who regularly made art, played music, or learned a new language showed meaningful improvements in brain health and cognition, with the really encouraging part: those benefits showed up even among people with a higher genetic risk for Alzheimer’s. Our creative choices can help protect our brains, regardless of our genetic hand. This is powerful. Here’s a great way to take advantage of all the available information and access to classes via AI.
We May Be Aging More Slowly Than We Think
Another positive note is the landmark new study published in Innovation in Aging followed more than 3,500 adults with an average age of 52, measuring their biological age through blood work and epigenetic clocks; the kind that tells us how fast our cells are actually aging, not just how many birthdays we’ve had.
The results were remarkable: the more regularly participants engaged in arts and cultural activities such as concerts, museums, painting, pottery; the slower their biological aging. People who participated at least once a week showed a 4% slower rate of biological aging compared to those who engaged less than three times a year. This was the very first study to link arts participation to measurable, cellular-level slowdowns in how we age. We might be younger on the inside than we realize.
Three Reasons the Arts Are Such Good Medicine
Scientists are still uncovering the full picture, but the leading explanation points to three beautiful, interconnected benefits: stress relief, cognitive stimulation, and social connection. When we lose ourselves in a creative activity stress melts away, inflammation decreases, our mood lifts, and our minds get a genuine workout. These effects can add up to something profound over time.
The researchers were so struck by what they found that they compared the health impact of arts participation to the benefits of physical exercise. As one expert beautifully put it, this research reframes creativity as not a luxury but as something that may genuinely support longevity and overall health outcomes. In other words: our creative life is as important as our workout routine.
A practical tip to make the most of it: mix it up! Research suggests that a greater variety of creative and cultural activities is linked to even stronger benefits. Which means, get up off the couch and buy those concert or theater tickets, wander through a museum, take a pottery or painting class, learn the guitar or dust off that instrument, or if your partner is deaf, start playing drums in the living room. It’s never too late.
I wonder if watching lots of shows on the streaming platforms counts as engaging in “the arts”? If so, I’ll probably live forever.
"I'll Be With You Until the End" — Wait, What? Not So Fast!
Here’s how my podcast origin story begins: 3 years ago, my doctor at Duke looked at me earnestly after an annual checkup and said, “Judy, I’ll be with you until the end.”
THE END?! Excuse me? What end? Did she just... what does she know that I don’t know?! She clearly didn’t get the memo about bedside manners.
Yes, my knees are — according to my orthopedist — basically trash. My hip was justreplaced. And sure, various body parts have started staging their own little rebellions in ways not to be described. Me, dwell on these challenges? No way. But older? I genuinely had not considered that word applicable. And yet, there I was, officially in my 70s, staring down the concept of mortality like it had just walked in without knocking.
And here’s what’s true: I had zero plans. None. No retirement plan, no “what if I get sick” plan, no “what if I can’t live on my own” plan. Nada.
My whole life has kind of worked that way, honestly. When I entered law school at the University of Florida — there were 1,000 students and exactly 9 of us were women (up from 3 the year before). The 70s. A different day. I never intended to practice law. It was more of a “well, this degree will give an odd duck like me some credibility.” From there, life became a wonderfully chaotic mix of following duties, dreams, chasing ideas, walking through doors that opened, stumbling back through doors that closed, and generally winging it with tremendous enthusiasm. No master plan. Just a commitment to save the world, make some money, do some good, have fun, and live like a Hollywood movie fantasy. Through the years I danced between the raindrops — even if it was pouring.
Slowing down was simply never on my itinerary. But with my sweetly intentioned doctor’s comment, suddenly it was very much on the docket.
I’ll confess: When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a singer, actress, comedian, an entertainer, someone who makes people feel good for a living. When I was a teenager babysitting in the neighborhood, I’d put on a Judy Garland record and pantomime singing all night until they came home. I shelved that dream — too scared, not enough confidence, no encouragement, and deeply concerned about what other people would think. Fear of failure, fear of being poor — all those fears ganged up and sat on that dream while I went off to other interesting adventures and endeavors. (I often say I’m “Judy Gump” based upon where I at times found myself.)
But when your doctor casually drops the word “end” into your annual exam, something shifts. You start doing the math on how much time is left on your “To Do” list, and suddenly now or never feels less like a cliché and more like a personal urgency.
And so — here we are.
Not Ready for the Farm was born. Because we are all aging (it starts the moment we arrive, rude as that is), and most of us are navigating that journey with a mix of regrets, guilt, unfinished business, family drama, creaky joints, and a calendar that somehow feels shorter every year. Nobody hands you a guidebook. Nobody tells you what your options are depending on your health, finances, family situation, attitude, ZIP code, or approximately 85 other factors.
That’s what this podcast is for. To figure it out together, this journey of aging. To laugh about it when we can. To be honest when we can't. To ask the questions that need asking and share the answers we find along the way.
I also won’t pretend this isn’t personally terrifying for me. Putting myself out there — really out there — is outside my comfort zone after all these years, now in front of the camera. Fortunately, we’ve got an incredible Team who showed up with talent, patience, laughter, and genuine kindness to help build Season 1 with 13 Episodes from scratch.
They make the show better. They make me better.
So, let’s just see how this unfolds, shall we?