OK, so not really a humorous topic to write about. However this relates to my bucket list (or current lack of). I don’t have a bucket list as I think putting the additional pressure to ‘things to do, by a certain time’ just creates the opportunity to fear failure. Since hitting the big 50 (didn’t feel too big, which was great) I truly appreciate what life can bring you and that what ever you do and wherever you are, you should appreciate the moment. Somewhat challenging when you are sat in the dentist chair, but the thought remains the same. Looking out at my garden (ignoring the weeds and badly mown lawn), I watch as birds perch in the trees (watched by my idiot cat..) and the sun produces dappled evening light across the garden. A prefect moment in time. there’s my mindfulnesss moment for you…
Believe me, I’ve read more than my fair share of ‘self help’ books, none of which have actually changed how I look at life. That comes with age and experience, which combined with the need to really (and I mean really) get the best out of life, sets a internal bucket list, of ‘what ifs’…. My what if, is so clear, that I can almost touch it…. What if I don’t do something? What if I reach 90 (hopefully) and I didn’t do what I really wanted? That fear is currently driving me forward… and what’s holding me back? My fear of failure. This seems to be ingrained in my psyche and is stopping me from taking that risk…Putting this down in writing is the first step. Its here, written down and rereading this makes me realise that there is no reason why I cannot at least try….
Not Ready for Cardigans 