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At My Age

One of the biggest excuses I’ve heard as to why people believe they can’t accomplish something is, I can’t do that at my age. I think it’s bogus, and a huge band-aid for why some people don’t do a lot of the things they could be doing to better themselves. I used to think if something didn’t happen at the age I thought it would, then I missed my window of opportunity. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I’m only in my twenties and still young, with nothing but a ton of opportunities ahead of me. That thought alone is exciting! Some of the best things I’ve accomplished and experienced so far are just now happening to me, and I’m glad about that. Experiencing things later in life can be great, because it allows time for maturity and development to take place. If I had gotten a lot of the things I’ve obtained now vs. when I was younger, I wouldn’t know how to handle them.

Let’s see… I’ve written three books (they’re not published but they were submitted, and in the midst of a sea of rejections I did get some responses from publishers who were impressed that I was a college student who had already written books. Even my dental hygienist was seriously impressed when she found out I was a young writer that had already written books. I’ve finished college, I’m employed, built my own brand, and still working hard for everything I want. It’s not too late for you to work towards your dreams or do whatever else it is you want to do with your life, no matter how old you are. You can do a lot of the things you want to do at your age if you believe in yourself, and work hard enough. I’m breathing, living proof of that. I don’t let silly things like my age stop me from being dope, and doing dope things. In a lot of ways I still feel like I’m just getting warmed up. 

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