To the Woman Who Thinks Her Time Is Over

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You look around and wonder if you missed your chance.

You see younger women chasing dreams, reinventing themselves, 
starting over with hope and fire in their eyes.

And maybe a part of you whispers, 
“That could’ve been me… once.”

But hear this, love:

Your time is *not* over.

There is no expiration date on becoming.

You are not too old. 
You are not too late. 
You are not done.

You are ripening. 
Distilling. 
Becoming more *you* than you’ve ever been.

This retreat is not for the fresh starts only. 
It’s for the reawakening. 
The long-held dreams. 
The quiet revolutions.

You still have chapters to write.

And they don’t have to be rushed or loud or perfect.

They just have to be *true.*

Come remember that it’s not too late. 
It was never too late.