When Life Forces a Reset After 60

Why No One Talks About It
Part 2 - Begin Again Anytime™

There are beginnings we choose… and beginnings life hands us without warning.

Change arrives in many forms:

Slowly
Instantly
All at once
Permanently

And it doesn’t always look dramatic from the outside.

Change can come quietly:

Loss of a person we loved
Change in job that shaped our days
A home full of history
A friendship or role we assumed would last forever
A version of ourselves we didn’t expect to outgrow.

Iguazu Falls - Argentina

Whatever shape it takes, change asks the same thing of us:
to begin again in a life that looks different than it did before. 

Here’s the part we’re never told:

Beginning again isn’t about “moving on” or letting “time heal you.”
It’s about moving through.
It’s adapting, adjusting, reshaping your life around what remains.

Change reorders our priorities.
It shifts our sense of identity.
It can bring clarity and chaos in the same breath.

And the truth?

Big decisions are hard to make in the middle of a big shift.
Most of us only see the wisdom in hindsight. 

Those of us 60+ know this terrain well.

We’ve had chapters end—sometimes by choice, sometimes not.
We’ve lost people, places, roles, rhythms, routines.
We’ve remade ourselves more than once, intentionally or unexpectedly.

 I know I have.

When I left the U.S., at 57, for a fundraising job in Australia, I didn’t know if it was the right move. I worried about my career, my future employability, my sanity. Friends thought I was nuts for going so far away. But the pull toward Australia was stronger than the fear of what I might lose by going.

Three years later, I returned to the U.S. without a job—purge #3 behind me—and within two months I was leading a college foundation, raising more money than they had ever raised before. What may have looked like loss on paper became one of the most meaningful chapters of my career. 

That’s the thing about change at 60+:

It reshapes us, whether we invited the reshaping or not.
It can show up as joy, sorrow, clarity, confusion, success, or fear.
Often, all of it together.

Beginning again is not a betrayal of what came before.

It’s an honor—

to the life we lived,
to the people we love,
to the version of ourselves that brought us this far.

We can begin again because:

We’re still here.
We still have agency.
We still have chapters left to write.
Life, in all its imperfection, keeps inviting us.

And when we’re standing in those in-between spaces—between what was and what’s next—it’s easy to feel like we’re falling behind.

So let’s remind ourselves:

We are not behind.
We are not falling apart.
We are not broken.

We are becoming. Not someone new—

Someone deeper.
Someone wiser.
Someone true.

And it’s never too late to begin again.
Not at 60+.
Not ever.