Going Back to School at 57: My Journey Towards a MAster's
At 57, I boldly decided to return to school and pursue aMaster of Science in Clinical Mental...
By: Deborah Flanders Rogers on Feb 19, 2025 11:59:55 AM
Starting Over
Life has a way of pushing us toward transformation, whether we feel ready or not. Divorce is one of those pivotal moments that forces us to reevaluate everything—our identity, our dreams, and our future. In my case, it wasn’t just about ending a marriage; it was about completely rebuilding my life.
I found myself standing at a crossroads with three major life changes happening at once: going back to school for my master’s degree, moving to a new city where I knew no one, and embracing an entirely new chapter of self-discovery. It was terrifying, but it was also the most empowering decision I’ve ever made.
Going back to school as an adult after years in a different life path is intimidating. I questioned if I was too old, too out of practice, or if I could keep up with students who hadn’t taken a long academic break. But pursuing my master’s degree in mental health counseling wasn’t just about career advancement; it was about purpose.
Education became my anchor. It gave me structure in a time when everything else felt uncertain. More importantly, it reminded me that growth never stops, and reinvention is possible at any age. Each class, each assignment, and each discussion with classmates proved that I was right where I was meant to be.
Relocating to a new city without a built-in support system was both thrilling and overwhelming. Savannah, with its charm and fresh start, became my blank slate. But loneliness crept in quickly. I had no safety net, no familiar faces, and no routine.
Instead of letting fear hold me back, I leaned into the discomfort. I explored, I introduced myself to strangers, and I forced myself to step out of my comfort zone. I found solace in small routines—grabbing coffee at the same spot, taking morning walks, and immersing myself in my studies. Over time, the unfamiliar became home.
Perhaps the hardest part of starting over is answering the question: Who am I now? After years of identifying as a wife, my new reality forced me to reconnect with myself in ways I hadn’t in a long time.
I learned to embrace solitude, not as loneliness, but as an opportunity to rediscover my own interests, strengths, and desires. I allowed myself to grieve, but I also celebrated small victories—the first time I assembled furniture on my own, the first friendship I built from scratch, the first time I truly felt at peace with my new path.
Starting over isn’t just about closing one chapter—it’s about creating a new one that’s fully yours. Divorce wasn’t the end of my story; it was the catalyst for something greater.
For anyone standing at the edge of a new beginning, know this: reinvention isn’t easy, but it’s worth it. Take the leap. Trust yourself. The best version of you is waiting on the other side.
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