If my kids remember one thing about me, I hope it’s this…
That it’s never too late to change. Never too late to grow. Never too late to become who you were meant to be.
I’ve made mistakes. I’ve had failures. I’ve had seasons where I felt stuck and unsure of myself.
But I didn’t want the next 25 years of my life to be spent wondering who I could have become if I had tried.
So I’m rebuilding. Learning. Showing up. Trying again.
Not just for me…
But because our kids deserve to see that reinvention is possible at any stage of life.
And maybe… we deserve to see that too.