I’ve noticed an interesting theme through the years. Women clients who are around/over 50 will often tell me that they really don’t have time to strive for that BIG dream, because of their age. I’m really lucky, though, because MOST of them are younger than me, today. This means I can really hit their excuses hard, popping holes in their theory that life is all but over.
When does a person start to believe that the best is behind them? Is it 40? 50? 60? 70?
When I decided to return to school for my business degree, one of my personal training clients, who was 63 at the time, asked me how old I was. At that time, I was 50. She claimed what a wonderful age that was to return to school. She had started HER business when she was 50! And she had no regrets as she was at that time embarking on a new job opportunity.
I turn 56 this summer, and I can guarantee you that I do NOT plan to consider my dreams too late to strive for! MY best is yet to come, for sure. Right now I’m LIVING my dream! Business is going so well that my husband can enjoy tinkering in the yard and accompanying me on several hikes per week. My goals are written out and the plans to accomplish them are on track. And I’m having FUN with both work and play.
Living the life you imagine no matter what your age
I don’t plan to slow down or ignore dreams because of my age. And I challenge YOU, if you have fallen into that ‘excuse’ that you’re too old to start a dream, to ask yourself how you’ll feel when you’re REALLY old, looking back at your life. Don’t live with unresolved dreams and goals. Don’t live your life in a way that will provide you with regrets. Go for all you can, no matter what age you are!
Margie
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When I turned 40 I told myself that when I turn 70 I’ll be wishing that I was turning 40, so enjoy it now. And now that I’m 40+ years, there’s no time like the present. What was that line in “The Shawshank Redemption?” “Get busy living or get busy dying!”
We all have to continually be reminded of this, too, Carol! Time flies by. The last thing *I* want is to be looking back saying, ‘I wish I had…’