Yesterday, something happened at work that warmed my heart – like favorite cozy scarf & yellow beanie warmed it.
This woman in her late sixties came into the store with her daughter. She was a quiet, hesitant woman with wavering confidence. You could tell she had given up so much of herself to be a good mom.
Well, we got to talking & pretty soon, she was opening up about her past, her pre-motherhood days, telling me things that even her grown daughter was hearing for the first time.
Guys, this happens to me a lot, btw. Strangers seem to love telling me random stories about their pasts. It’s awesome, actually.
The woman told me about how she used to own a boutique & design beautiful bohemian dresses, one of which was even worn by a celebrity to Oscars back in the day (yeah, that’s a Wednesday).
And as she continued to tell me all these amazing things about her design days, her voice became louder, stronger.
I realized I was witnessing this woman rediscover a long-forgotten passion.
It was beautiful.
In less than 15 minutes, we went from discussing a forgotten past to planning a passionate future.
So, whether this woman actually starts creating pieces again or not, if only for 15 minutes on a rainy Sunday, she felt that youthful passion & drive again…and helping her feel that way pretty much made my week.
I guess what I’m trying to say with this ridiculously long story is that it’s never too late, and you’re never too old, to do, well, anything.