I remember one night, about 4 years ago, when an 8-year-old Scarlett emerged from her room sobbing uncontrollably. It must have been about 10pm.
When she managed to speak, she told me that she’d made a big mistake giving up the piano.
I told her I didn’t think it was too late.
(Turns out it wasn’t … she started lessons again, and loves it.)
I have a good friend who is 52. She regrets not being an architect. Thinks that is what she should have studied. I reckon that it’s not too late for her either. She could still have an amazing 30-year career as an architect.
I think sometimes we’re a bit too quick to think that the opportunity has already passed us by. Perhaps it's not too late?
