Why It’s Never Too Late To Begin Again

The Year I Finally Sang My Own Song

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If you’d asked me a year ago where I’d be now, I would never have imagined it.

For six years, I was so focused on making music for others, helping them find their voice, that I stopped sharing my own.

There were nights I’d lie awake staring at the ceiling, wondering if it was too late to start again.

The truth is, I’d been scared.

When I first got to LA, the talent was overwhelming.

Every open mic felt like an audition for The Voice.

I’d never had real confidence in my own singing.

So I pushed my own work aside and poured myself into writing for others.

I chased conventions. I tried to fit myself inside a commercial box.

Eventually, even that spark began to fade.

I lost touch with the very thing that made me want to write songs in the first place:

My love of great songwriting.

I knew if I didn’t make a change, I’d lose touch with that spark for good.

• I had to break out of my bubble.

• I had to get back to the heart of it.

• I had to go somewhere that glorified the song over everything.

So I moved to Nashville, carrying a collection of songs I’d written over the years but didn’t have the heart to share.

And before the year was over, I started sharing them.

It felt like a rebirth.

My drive to create was back.

I felt connected again, not just to the music but to myself.

For the first time in years, I felt on purpose.

And that’s when I realized:

It’s never too late to do what you’re meant to do.

It’s never too late to stop caring what others think and live your life on your terms.

And it’s amazing how much can change in a single year.

How much can come alive again when you give yourself permission to act.

For years, my own songs sat hidden on my hard drive, waiting for the perfect moment.

That perfect moment never came.

I moved anyway.

I didn’t wait until I felt ready.

I shared songs I wasn’t sure anyone would care about.

But if you move before you’re ready, you’ll fly when the wind shifts.

A year ago, I lay awake haunted by regret.

Now I lie awake buzzing with ideas I can’t wait to chase.

We spend our lives waiting for the “right time.” But the right time doesn’t exist.

The right time is a myth.

The only time we ever have is now.

And it’s never too late to sing your own song.

If you enjoyed reading this, the highest compliment I can think of is if you restacked it or shared it with one person who you think it would help.