At 45, I thought my best years were behind me. But something shifted when I realized I wasn’t starting over—I was just starting again, with wisdom I didn’t have at 25.
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Honestly? I used to think starting over meant I’d failed. But now, I see it differently. I’ve got scars, sure—but they’ve taught me who I am. Starting again in my 40s doesn’t make me late. It makes me experienced. I’m not chasing something new—I’m building something better, with fewer illusions and more truth.