Starting over later in life is not a phrase I ever expected to write about myself, but here I am. I didn’t grow up in an easy house. My mom and dad divorced when I was young, and things got hard after that. There were five of us kids, and by the time it was all said and done, I ended up in a state children’s home in Waco, Texas.
I want to be honest with you about that, because I think honesty is where trust starts. But this isn’t a post about what happened to me. This is a post about what I did with it and about what starting over later in life actually looks like when you’re the one living it.
If you’re reading this because you’re wondering whether you’re too old to start over,whether in a career, an education, a business, or just a fresh direction—I want you to keep reading. I’ve been exactly where you are.
I Didn’t Feel Like I Belonged Anywhere
For most of my childhood, I felt thrown around. Foster homes. Juvenile hall for a stretch. Then the State Home, which felt like a prison at first, with a barbed-wire fence around the whole place and rows of metal beds lined up like an army barracks.
But here’s the truth: even in a place like that, you can find something to hold onto.
I was a lifeguard at the pool there. I played basketball, baseball, and football, and got to travel to games on a green bus everybody in town knew at a glance. One summer, a couple came and took a group of us on a trip out to Pike’s Peak near Denver, and we hiked those mountains and just breathed in the fresh air like it was the first time. Another summer we paddled fifty miles down the Brazos River in canoes, flipped over more times than I can count, and got so sunburned I could barely walk when we got back. Simple stuff. But it mattered.
I got put in a couple of stage plays too, and standing up on that podium, singing a solo I never thought I could sing, something in me shifted. I remember one of the men who ran the program looked at me and said he thought I could sing that song. I told him I couldn’t sing a note. We practiced anyway. For the first time, I felt like I was part of something. Like I mattered.
I still remember the year they finally took that fence down. It didn’t change where we slept or what we did all day. But it changed everything about how it felt to be there. We were free. For the first time, it felt like a community rather than a place you were sent to.
That feeling stuck with me longer than any fence ever did.
Leaving With Nothing but a Fresh Start
When I turned seventeen, I left the Home and went straight into the Job Corps. Two years later, I walked out with a GED in my hand, and I moved to Louisiana not long after that.
I found out years later, when I was fifty-one, that the GED had never been real. It had been falsified the whole time. Fifty-one years old, and I had to face the fact that a piece of paper I’d been carrying around my whole adult life was a lie somebody else told.
Most people would call that a gut punch. And it was. But I want you to notice something: it didn’t stop me. I went and got my real high school diploma at fifty-one. If you want to know what starting over later in life really looks like, that was it for me, decades after everyone told me that chapter of my life was closed. I’m not the only one who’s done it either. Adult learners aged 25 and up make up roughly a third of the nation’s college students, according to the National Center for Education Statistics, and plenty of them are well past fifty. I remember sitting with that fear before I started. Could I even learn anything anymore, after fifty-one years out of a classroom? I didn’t know. I did it scared, and I did it anyway.
Along the way, I built a whole life I wasn’t handed. I worked for Coca-Cola for twenty years, then moved to a marketing company before retiring. I got married, had two sons, and life pulled us apart for a while. Then my boys brought me back to Louisiana one day, and I ran into Margaret again. She was always the love of my life. We found our way back to each other, and I’ve learned that when you truly love somebody, things have a way of working themselves out, even after years apart.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped believing that where you start determines where you end up.
Here’s What I Want You to Take From This
You don’t need a perfect starting line. I didn’t have one. Most people I know don’t either.
What you need is one small step you’re willing to take today, even if the last fifty years didn’t go the way you planned.
- Your past isn’t your ceiling. It’s just where you started.
- It’s never too late to go back and get what’s yours — a diploma, a skill, a second income, a fresh direction.
- You don’t have to do it perfectly. You just have to keep showing up.
How to Actually Start Over, One Step at a Time
Knowing your past doesn’t have to hold you back is one thing. Actually doing something about it is another. If you’re serious about starting over later in life, here’s what I’ve learned works in real life, not just on paper.
- Name the thing you think is “too late” for. For me, it was a diploma. For you, it might be a diploma, a business, a skill, a relationship, or a fresh start in a new city. Say it out loud. You can’t take a step toward something you won’t name.
- Take the smallest possible next step, not the whole staircase. I didn’t sit down and plan out my entire life at fifty-one. I signed up for one class. That’s it. One step at a time is not a slogan; it’s the only way this actually works.
- Let the fear ride along, but don’t let it drive. I was scared to go back to school. I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t. Being scared and moving forward anyway is not a contradiction. It’s the whole game. Research on adult learners shows that people in midlife and beyond are heading back to school at an increasing rate, often to build a second career or take their skills in a new direction. You’d be in good company.
- Find your people. Whether it was a green bus full of State Home kids or a community built around building something new, I’ve never done my best growing alone. Find a few people walking in the same direction as you are.
- Keep going after the setback. A falsified GED could have ended my story. Instead, it was just a chapter. Whatever setback you’re carrying, it doesn’t get the final word unless you let it.
Frequently Asked Questions About Starting Over Later in Life
Is 50 too old to start over? No. I went back and earned my real high school diploma at fifty-one, decades after most people would’ve written that chapter off. Age isn’t the barrier people think it is the first step is.
How do you start over when you feel like you have nothing? You start with the smallest possible next step, not the whole plan. I didn’t map out the rest of my life at fifty-one. I signed up for one class. That’s it.
What’s the first step to starting over later in life? Name the thing you think is “too late” for and say it out loud. You can’t move toward something you won’t name. After that, find one small action you can take today.
A Simple Place to Take Your Next Step
f any of this sounds like you, I want to show you something I’ve been working on called the BFA Event.
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