At 52, I was out of shape, out of energy, and out of patience with myself. I finally turned some of the commitment I’d spent giving everyone else toward taking care of myself.

What started as a physical transformation didn’t stay one. It made me question how I thought, why I reacted the way I did, and how much of the person I’d become was actually someone I’d chosen to be.

This is where I write about that ongoing work. If you’re wondering whether it’s too late to change something about yourself or your life, I wrote it for you too.