For those among you who have bemoaned old age and the loss of dreams, let me share my story. I have lived my entire life in “delay” mode and I can tell you that it is never too late.
In my late teens, I wanted to be a writer. I had been publishing with the Arlington Citizen-Journal and on track to be a professional journalist or write a book or teach college.
Then life took a left-turn, as it often will. I married at age 20 and became a mom of three great sons; writing and college became part-time pursuits.
At 35 I got a divorce and began pushing a business career, advancing to a vice presidency before earning my Bachelors of Business Administration at age 47.
I was able to teach in business context and to write (legal docs, strategic plans), toyed with an MBA, and at 51 started my own management consulting practice
Still, I yearned for something different, a missing piece. At 68, I retired, returned to school full time, and completed a Bachelor’s Degree in English, Literature and Creative Writing.
At 73, I earned a Master’s in Fine Arts in Fiction, began to blog, published a book and then another left turn – home to care for an aging parent.
Late last year I re-settled in north Texas, began to write for Arlington Today and work on my next novel. In the fall, at age 78, I will teach my first classes for Tarrant County College in Arlington.
So the message is this: it is never too late to fulfill a dream. Of course each of us has limitations. For instance, I cannot see myself “planking” (a daily exercise routine religiously observed by 85-year-old Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg).
But I am suggesting that too often we listen to a voice in our head saying we are too old. What I have come to believe is this: if a dream is really important to us, we must not be the one that stands in our way.
— Jonnie Martin