[Warning: contains mild physics.]
Imagine a short piece of rope. We’ll call him Ropert.
Let’s imagine that Ropert represents our lives.
[This post was originally written for puttylike.com]
At some point, everyone worries if it’s too late. Time comes for us all. Our lives drip away at a constant rate of one second per second. This is – to put it mildly – slightly worrying.
Worse, we can’t escape the realization that every choice we make forces us to leave all other paths untaken. Decisions made in childhood can prevent us from entering whole professions decades later.
Then there’s the media, “helpfully” presenting constant images of youth, subtly reinforcing the idea that if we haven’t achieved enough by the time we’re twenty thirty forty whatever age, we have failed.
And so our brains put a ticking clock on every dream, and we wonder… “Is this it for me now? Am I stuck? Is it too late?!”
Super quick update today with two bits of news!
On Friday I’m performing at OneTrackMinds in London, an incredible storytelling night about songs that have changed people’s lives.
I’ll be telling a story with at least one joke in it, and a lot of vulnerability. OneTrackMinds Tickets available here.
Also, the wonderful Harriet from ‘The Scribble Bug’ has written the most delightful interview with me about Walking on Custard and what I’m doing next. Read the interview here.
If you want to, that is.
You might remember something nice you did.
(If you find yourself not remembering nice things, my next suggestion is to do something else instead.)
This post has been brought to you by Friday afternoon mild boredom and being too lazy to open Twitter for what clearly should have been a tweet not a blogpost.