Susan Larson: We all probably remember the bright yellow boxes of Crayolas and coloring books. Boy, how I yearned for one of those new 64 packs of colors; I was lucky to get the eight pack. But try as I might, I never could stay in the lines and I would look over at someone else’s work and became totally discouraged. I felt like Pigpen from Charlie Brown comics as I hid my work.
It wasn’t until I was in my 50’s and I became friends with various art teachers in the schools where I taught that I began to understand a tiny bit about art. This became one of the top things on my bucket list for retirement.
During this period I went to a nonspeaking vegan yoga retreat in an isolated part of Cambodia. It was a huge, lush compound, and way off in the back was an art room filled with all kinds of paints, brushes, and paper. There was no one else in that room so I felt free to just try and not have someone next to me working on a masterpiece. The first color I put on the paper created a burst of joy inside of me…a new door sprang open. I began illustrating the journals that I kept, bringing my feelings to a new perspective.
I was teaching in China at the time and when I returned to school I found someone to teach me drawing. I still have my sketchbook and look back at my first drawings and the progression over time amazes me.
Now that I am retired I have taken oil classes for a year and while I love working with that medium, the clean-up turns me off. A few weeks ago I found a woman with a soft gentle soul and I am trying watercolor lessons with great hopes.
Becky Ripley: Here are a few ideas about what it's too late for:
- It’s too late to be the next Oprah Winfrey, but not too late to interview people I love to capture their essence in stories.
- It’s too late to be a museum-quality artist, but not too late to paint whatever inspires me and photograph paintings for cards that brighten friends’ and family members’ days.
- It’s too late to be a world-renowned coach, but not too late to help my clients live into their purpose-filled potential.
- It’s too late to be a mother, but not too late to nurture and support people in my life.
Joyce Wycoff: It’s too late for me to be an opera singer, but it’s not too late to sing. (BTW, the dream of being an opera singer passed swiftly when I discovered folk music and rock and roll.)
It’s too late for me to build a great business, but it’s not too late to invest in business or help others build their businesses.
It's too late for Is it really too late to write a best selling book ... or is it? Are any of these too late or do I just no longer have the motivation for them? What one piece of these dreams can I hold onto?
We would love to hear your comments and thoughts about your dreams you may have packed away thinking it's too late.