It's Not Too Late to Change Your Life
The thought "It's Too Late" is yours to change
As we navigate massive uncertainty—whether as a result of AI disruption, global and political challenges, or your own personal crossroads through relationship, parenting or business—hold on to this thought and use it as a mantra whenever you feel stuck:
It's never too late to change my life.
If I could overcome my victim conscious, and the certainty that it was too late over and over again, so can you.
At 28, with the 6-figure paycheck, the hour long commute in LA traffic, the 6-figures in student loans, the mortgage on the house with the white picket fence, my husband staying at home with our daughter and a second on the way … I thought “it’s too late to change my life.”
But, then … Life said, “why don’t you start your own business?”
And, I did.
At 31, a mom of two, a new business owner bringing in close to $500k/year, still holding all the baby weight from my youngest who I’d given birth to 2 years prior, lethargic on the couch watching TV, deciding I’d just never have sex again because I wasn’t attracted to my alcoholic, rage-aholic, addict SAHD husband … I thought “it’s too late to change my life.”
But, then … Life said, “why don’t you go to that yoga class?”
And, I did.
At 33, divorced, paying child support and alimony (or “manimony” as they called it when they interviewed me on CBS), building my law firm to its first million of revenue, hitting up against the limits of serving 1:1 and drowning in the details of trying to figure out how to operate the business end of my business without running out of money … I thought “it’s too late to change my life.”
But, then … Life said, “why don’t you learn to teach what you do know?”
And, I did.
At 35, having sold my 1st business (and getting stuck with $250k debt in the process due to not knowing what I didn’t know), building my second business to $1.5M, while writing a best-selling book on legal planning for families, and appearing as a family, financial and legal expert on TV, all while facing the realities of making about $2M of business mistakes and feeling like a fraud … I thought “it’s too late to change my life.”
But, then … Life said, why don’t you just let it all go? And, I did.
At 37, after having left Los Angeles to move to Boulder, CO, and realizing I needed to give up my law license, move to a farm, take on a new name and identity to make space for a feminine part of me that was coming through and would not take no for an answer, and walk away from everything I had created (including filing bankruptcy in the process) … I thought “it’s too late to change my life.”
But, then … Life said, “why not share it all along the way? Whole truth style.”
And, I did.
At 40, after emerging from the farm, beginning the rebuild of my businesses, breaking up with my partner of 3.5 years, selling out a course for 250 people teaching my Money Map work and then having my business partners leave me overnight, all while my daughter entered high school and quite immediately ended up the ring leader of the “do all the drugs” crowd, appearing on a hater blog consistently in the most embarrassing of ways and hitting the real rock bottom … I thought “it’s too late to change my life.”
But, then … Life said, why don’t you step up and learn to be her mother?
And, I did.
At 43, when I had invested a huge amount of life force energy in stewarding the transition of a landmark temple property in Boulder, only to have it seemingly “taken from me” by a power-hungry group of shadow hunters … I thought “it’s too late to change my life.”
But, then … Life said, why don’t you focus on your own business and work in the world?
And, I did.
At 47, as peri-menopause began to hit hard at the same time as the pandemic/COVID times, and my son was seemingly turning down the road of the right wing, and I considered that maybe it was the right time to just give up on my body and focus on my mind because I was sure I had lost my looks already … I thought “it’s too late to change my life.”
But, then …. Life said, “serve even more. And, you can feel good in your body.”
And, I did.
At 49, when I discovered that the Company I had thought was successfully being run by a C-Level team I had hired, and was thriving without me was going to be unable to make payroll in 2 weeks … I thought “it’s too late to change my life.”
But, then … Life said, “This is a test. Are you going to collapse like you did ten years ago, or see this for the test it is? You can prove you’ve learned the lessons.”
And, I did.
Now, at 51:
My kids are grown and thriving.
Their dad and I live together, co-parent and have become real family.
My Company hit $10M/revenue last year, and we are having regular million dollar months, while serving 700 lawyers to thrive in their businesses.
I feel better, sexier, more alive and stronger in my body than I ever have.
I’ve integrated the dis-integrated parts. The inner conflict has resolved.
I have more friends than I could possibly have once imagined, and deeper, more fulfilling relationships that I once believed I could only have if I bought and paid for them.
I split my time between Boulder, CO and Nosara, Costa Rica where I have created community homes living with people I absolutely love.
My kids and their partners, my mom, me and my sister at my home in Costa Rica, where I spend half my time.
It turns out, it was never too late.
From victim consciousness to creator, I now recognize that the thought “it’s too late to change my life” was a call from my soul to do just that - change my life.
That spark of desperation may just be the catalyst for your greatest inspiration: your soul reminding you that it's not too late.
You can change.
You can create.
You can design a life that makes you proud.
As we face these uncertain times, I choose to live in a way that when I take my last breath—whether that's next year or fifty plus years from now—I'll feel content knowing I played full out.
It's not too late.
You are not stuck.
Your greatest chapter might just be beginning.