09/08/2026
For a long time, I thought I was behind.
I had my first baby at 32 and my second at 35. But I wasn’t late. I simply wasn’t ready when I got married at 25.
I became a stay-at-home mom for 7 years instead of the three years I originally imagined because that’s what I wanted for our family. My husband worked outside the home, and I worked full-time too—raising our boys.
I went back to work part-time at 39 because I wanted to return to the workforce before 40. By 44, I thought my kids needed me less, so I pushed myself hard to make up for lost time.
Maybe too hard.
I drove myself into the ground trying to achieve everything I thought I should have accomplished by then. I got sick, had four surgeries, and eventually left that job at 48.
Now, at 52, I’m starting something new again—building a business in an industry I knew absolutely nothing about six months ago.
And honestly? I wondered if I was too late.
But looking back, I don’t think I was ever behind.
Some things happened later. Some chapters lasted longer. Some dreams had to wait while I chose something else.
And today, I wouldn’t change the timing of any of it.
At 52, I’m not starting from nothing. I’m starting with everything I’ve learned along the way.
If you’re changing direction or wondering if it’s too late, follow along. Maybe we’re not behind after all.