Here I am with my parents on Senior Night for the volleyball team. I was 18. Mom was 45 and Dad was 46. I'll be turning 45 this year and I have a 2 year old, a 9 year old and a 7 year old. How different our lives are at the same age. I think Dad had started his master's program at IU and he had started substitute teaching. He was taking steps to move in a new direction at the age of 46. Why do we let age limit us? His example gives me hope that I'll take a new, fun and satisfying direction soon.
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