When I first got into recovery for substance use issues, I was twenty-seven years old. I knew that I needed to change my life, but there was a part of me that thought it was too late.
It wasn't, because the truth is that it is never too late to stop killing ourselves with poisonous substances. Several years later, I had an opportunity to go back to university to finish a degree that I had abandoned in my addiction.
I thought I was too old. I wasn't.
I stayed in university for thirteen years, and when I finished my final degree at forty-five, I felt that I was running out of time to establish myself in a career. That wasn't true either.
After fifteen years of writing professionally, I knew for sure I was too old to start writing books. Apparently, that was also untrue.