Never Too Late

My inspiration for this post was a note to self I saw on social media reminding us it is "never too late." What I found interesting was that it spoke across the usual generational boundaries. It seems feeling that the time for realizing dreams is past has little to do with age.

We've all heard stories of the unique, aged soul who accomplished amazing feats. At 70, Jack LaLane towed 70 boats with 70 people 1 1/2 miles in Long Beach Harbor while hand-cuffed and shackled. Mother Teresa received the Nobel Peace Prize at 69 years old. Grandma Moses did not begin painting until arthritis forced her to give up embroidery. She was discovered 2 years later at the ripe old age of 78. Lastly, my husband, The Professor was better know as a carpenter for 35 years. It wasn't until his 50's he returned to college to get his undergraduate degree. And countless other stories abound on Google if you care to search.

So why do we think it is to late for us? Here's my theory:  I think we compare the exploits of those rowdy dream-chasers to our personal misgivings. We think they were braver, richer, prettier, stronger, smarter, and generally had it easier than we do. We compare their glorious end-game with our small beginnings. 

But here's a little secret. They had our same challenges: not enough cash, time, encouragement, talent. The only difference between us and them is  they actually chose to do their own lives. They chose to keep going, putting one foot in front of the other in the direction of their dreams. No excuses, no blame. They simply kept going.

So, precious ones, please don't give up. Please keep writing your story. The blessing and the curse is you are the only one who can do it.

Just remember, though, that I am here cheering for you. I know you have it in you. Really.

And I love you. Bunches.