Had a lecturer who dropped out of uni cause she got pregnant, she had 2 sons and spent a decade at home being a SAHM
She went back to uni at 30 there about, got her degree, got her masters and then won a scholarship to the US for her doctorate
After she graduated in the US she got a teaching job and stayed there for a while, she also got her sons to go there to study and her husband to join her
But the husband didn't like living in the US so they both came back and she's now teaching at the University of Nairobi
So no it's never too late to do anything as long as you're alive
Elon Musk's first wife once described what it's like to watch him fail.
She said he doesn't react the way normal people react. When a rocket explodes, most people in the room go silent. Some cry. Some start calculating the financial damage.
Musk pulls out his phone and starts making calls. Not emotional calls. Engineering calls. "What failed. When can we fix it. When's the next launch." His voice doesn't change. His face doesn't change. The rocket that just cost $60 million is already in the past. The next one is all that exists.
She said it was the most unsettling thing she'd ever witnessed. Not because he was cold. Because he genuinely wasn't affected. The failure didn't register as failure. It registered as data. An experiment that produced results. Results that inform the next experiment.
This is why he wins. Not because he doesn't fail. He fails more spectacularly than anyone in history. He wins because failure occupies zero psychological space. It enters as data and exits as action.
Most people lose not because they fail but because they spend weeks processing the failure before acting again. Musk spends zero seconds. The gap between failure and next attempt is a phone call.
- @multiplanet1
In 1998, I was fired from my corporate job while 9 months pregnant because and I quote, “my priorities would be elsewhere after the baby is born.”
The lawyer I hired told me I didn’t have a case because discrimination like “that” was almost impossible to prove.
So I got pissed.
Took the LSAT. Went to law school. Passed the bar. Had 3 more kids.
Twelve years later, another woman from that same company was fired for the same reason. She sued them for a million dollars, and won, partly because I had kept every piece of evidence from what happened to me years prior demonstrating a systemic pattern of discrimination against women.
That company no longer exists. My law practice is thriving. And that baby they said would derail my priorities? She’s a brilliant attorney now working at my firm.
Turns out my priorities were indeed, elsewhere.
From guarding gates to saving lives. 🇿🇦💉
Meet Puleng Molete — once a security guard at G4S, working long shifts while holding onto a dream bigger than her circumstances.
Today, she’s a qualified medical doctor. 👩🏽⚕️
A powerful reminder that where you start doesn’t define where you finish.
Dreams are valid. Hard work changes everything. 💯❤️
I worked with a woman named Jennifer for four years at a marketing firm. She was a project manager—competent, reliable, quiet.
One day she gave her two weeks’ notice.
“Where are you going?” our boss asked.
“Law school. I start in three weeks.”
Everyone was stunned. “Law school? When did you apply?”
“Last year. I got accepted in March. I’ve been taking evening classes to finish prerequisites.”
“You’ve been in school this whole time?”
“Yeah. Online program through the state university.”
No one knew. She’d never mentioned it. Never asked for time off for classes.
Never complained about the workload of working full-time while studying.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t want to talk about it until I knew it was really happening. Too many things can go wrong.”
No announcement. No congratulations posts. No “follow my law school journey” content.
Just quiet, determined work.
I saw her five years later. She’s a civil rights attorney now. Still doesn’t post about it. Still doesn’t announce things.
Just does them.
~Anonymous
There is a terrifying quietness to a life left unattended. If you do not wake up every morning with the intent to carve out the existence you want for yourself, the world will assign you a default one and it will not be the one you wanted.
You might believe you are simply waiting for the right moment, but you are actually killing your dreams.
One gray day bleeds into the next, and the weeks dissolve into decades.
And before you know, you begin ti have that silent, creeping realization, years from now, that you have arrived at a destination you never chose.
You will wake up to find that the life you were meant to live has become a ghost, haunting a timeline you let slip through your fingers.
Do not let your life happen to you. Grab it with both hands before the years become memories you wish you had made
my greatest fear is being a wasted potential, I want to be everything I can be in this lifetime . I don’t wanna look back and wish I could have done certain things , I wanna do them NOW .
The most terrifying detail about Noah's Ark isn't the size of the flood. It is the design of the boat.
If you look closely at the blueprints God gave Noah in Genesis 6, He was extremely specific.
He gave the exact length, width, and height. He specified the type of wood and the pitch to seal it.
In my little years, I have never thought of this, but God intentionally left out one crucial component. There was no steering wheel, no sail, and worse still, there was no engine.
Think about how scary that is.
Noah was building a massive vessel to survive a global storm, but he had zero control over it, or over where it went. He couldn't steer it away from rocks. He couldn't turn it into the waves. He couldn't aim for dry land. He was completely at the mercy of the water.
The Ark was not designed for navigation; just for floating.
Noah’s job was to be the Passenger, not the Captain.
God was the Captain.
This is a picture of your life right now.
You are trying to put a steering wheel in a boat that God can control, if you let Him…
All it takes is 67 days. Just a little more than two months. To make up for 10 years you regret.
67 days of totally focusing. Avoiding distractions. Saying yes to the right things and no to the stupid ones.  Lock in my friend and watch everything change.
A couple of years ago, we were trying to hire a brand designer. A couple of folks came through the door. Then we had this guy. Solid CV, solid portfolio too. So I asked, "Why did you leave your former employer?"
“I resigned because I realised I was terrible at the job. I'm stronger on the brand design side; they needed a UI/UX designer, and I took the job even though I lacked UI/UX skills. After months, I realised I needed more time to learn and couldn't deliver while learning, so I went to the CEO, explained myself, and resigned honorably. I applied here because the JD matches my skills.”
The CEO of the startup he left was a friend, so I reached out to him, and he told me the same thing. Asked if he would ever hire him again. He said, “Big Yes.”
We hired him.