A 35-year-old client told me that she thought it was too late for her to find a fulfilling career and a meaningful life.
I tried to control my facial expression.
I’m here to tell all of you 20-30-40-50-60-70-80+ somethings, that it’s never too late. Never. Too. Late.
I can say this because I’m 65. I started my counseling practice at 41. I began dancing the Argentine tango at 47. I started appreciating my mind-of-its-own free-range hair at 53. I discovered my sense of humor at 55. I created this blog at 62. My first book was published at 64.
And I’m not finished yet.
But, I’ll admit it. 65 sounds old to me. 65. Medicare. Social security. AARP.
I almost didn’t want to tell you.
But luckily, I’m in a profession (counseling / consulting) where you improve with age. You benefit from…
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