Hey 2.0s! That’s my name for individuals like you and me who are redefining ourselves at an age when many would say, “Sit down! You have more days behind you than you do before you.” I’m here to tell you and show you differently. The best is yet to come. In this community, we’ll discuss the concerns that we face daily, unpack our fears, and explore and chart a course toward the newest and best versions of ourselves. Most of all, we laugh and love ourselves and connect with others who are walking similar paths.

Two years ago, as I began redefining who I am, I wrote the following: I believe there is a misconception in the world that one's life becomes fixed at a certain age. What I mean is most people believe that the deferred dreams of their youth will remain forever locked away because they have reached this phantom age that signals a time to stop shooting for more. "You're over the hill," people like to announce--this imagination that life reaches a pinnacle and life winds down from there. Additionally, there is a belief that whoever a person has become by a certain age is what he or she will be until death. Not so! As long as we have breath, we have choices. We choose whether or not we manifest our dreams. We choose to stay stuck in unproductive situations or stay tied to people who do not seek their own growth and elevation. I refuse to believe the best days of life are reserved only for youth. I refuse to believe that the dreams of my youth are forever just that--dreams of my youth. Langston Hughes wrote: What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? No matter what your age, ponder Langston's words and mine, and revisit your dreams. Take them out of deferral, dust them off, and set them in motion. I AM! Post your thoughts in the comments.