An acquaintance recently shared a story with me, describing how her father, in his 70’s, took up painting to help him through the loss of his wife. I’d seen a painting of his she’d shared on her feed, upon which I expressed how much I liked it. That’s when I got the back story. Now in his 80’s his work is being shown in a prestigious art district galley in Portland. Okay! 🙌
Hearing the story of her father was affirming to me, as I embark on yet another chapter of redefining myself despite being in my 50’s. I had just been wondering if I was of sound mind to be venturing into something new. But hey, if he can do it in his 70’s I can probably do it at my age!
And what’s the alternative? To set limits for ourselves because of the passage of time? This limiting belief system can happen at any age. I recall being in my late 20’s when a friend, just a couple years older, was deciding not to pursue her dream of getting a degree in psychology to work with children due to the fact she’d be nearing her 40’s upon completing the program. It made no sense to me, I remember responding to her argument by stating she was going to turn 40 regardless, so why not be doing exactly what she wanted when she got there?
The logic of this was perfectly clear to me back then, because we were still young – and the young are allowed to do anything, right? Endless time ahead so just go for it! Add two decades plus and that clarity starts to get fuzzy, like, aren’t you supposed to be set by now for god’s sake?! How many more seasons do you think you have? Weren’t you supposed to have arrived by now?
Perhaps that is the real issue at play. The idea that we will figure things out by a certain age, get all our ducks in a row and from that point on be set. We’ve arrived. Done. Set. Somewhere in my upbringing I got fixated on this being the way life should look. Some seem to actually find that, or at least it’s the way their lives look from the outside looking in. And if so and that works for them, I’m in awe and applaud this feat. I do suspect however, if I were to actually arrive at “set” I’d probably die of boredom, no matter how appealing the sense of security and predictability might sound.
At the core of this question of when is it too late to start over, to start a new direction, is growth. What shifts, changes, new starts, endings that lead to the need to begin again are required to continue on your path of growth? Rather than look at “starting over” or trying something new as coming out of failure, perhaps it would be wiser to frame it as the necessary steps in one’s journey of growth. And truthfully, if we are continually challenging ourselves to be in a state of growth and our life choices come from that, then age ceases to be a part of the equation.
What is the point of our life journey if not growth? Isn’t that what each of us are here for, to continue down our path of growth until we come to the end?


I wrote a whole bit on what I think about the above words, and then deleted. They (Mark Groves, Create the Love) say it best, I don’t need to elaborate.


