A life well lived

A discussion at lunch today:

I have no visual talent, I said. I can only convert what’s in my head into words. I can’t draw or anything. I’ve tried to learn to knit for years, but I’m just rubbish. It makes mad, sometimes.

You know, said T. I don’t think you’ll be on your death bed regretting that you never learned to knit.

It has been an enlightening week.

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  1. I very much enjoyed a book by Virginia Ironside called something like “No I don’t want to join a book club”. Her premise was that having got to retirement age she was now free of that list of improving things like join book clubs, learn a language, learn yoga etc that had been sitting in the back of her mind. deciding she doesn’t have time left for them, she can just enjoy what she wants.

    1. If only we could get to that stage earlier!! But then again, the people who do are called slackers… 😛

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