Could I, at 57 years old, learn something new? I wasn’t young, but wasn’t old either – so it was the perfect leap to take
A few months ago, I asked myself what seemed at the time a simple question: could I, at 57 years old, learn something new? It had been a long time since I had set my mind to a set of really immersive new skills.
I had been mulling a certain skill for a while. It wasn’t completely foreign, yet would still require some large neural resets and challenges – some good old psychological disequilibrium.
