Get On With It

Isn't it funny how whenever life knocks us down, we just get up, brush ourselves off and carry on. The alternative, of course, is to curl up in a ball and die.

Life is a little like a patchwork quilt, lots of different colours and textures all sewn together to make the whole. There may be shades of corduroy and polyester you don't particularly like but you need them to join together the silks and satins. Have I lost you all in my analogy, yet?

What I'm trying to say is that we are a resilient bunch. We happily slip from the banal to the sublime without batting an eyelid. My week has seen me mourning at a funeral one day, then cheering at a concert the next. My life is a series of lows and highs pretty much like everyone elses. Naturally, I would like to have a few more highs in my life (of the drug-free variety, of course) but I am sure good things don't come to those who wait, they come to those who go out and grab them.

For far too long I have been a waiter, content to sit back and take whatever life throws at me, dealing with each new trial as and when it happens. I haven't been living my life, I've been surviving it, tolerating it - wasting it.

I saw hitting forty as my youth coming to an end. I thought that my chance to do stuff was over. I thought, that's it. It's too late to change direction. I've made my bed.

The truth is I'm only half way through my working life. I've still got plenty of years ahead of me. There is nothing stopping me. Time has not run out. My life is far from over.

Now I just need to decide what I want to do!