Tuesday 7th August
It comes to each of us at different times, and of course for some of us it never arrives. That time when you realise what is most important for you as a person. It may be climbing the Munroes, or travelling the world, or devoting oneself to ones grandchildren. It may be caring for a loved one, it may be devoting oneself to God, or it maybe the realization of a dream. For me I have always loved music and there is rarely a day that passes where I am not listening to it, most often on headphones, as most people I associate and work with do not share this passion. So, I know that whatever happens to me, I will always be devoted to music. So far I am achieving those long held goals, a house by the sea in England and a small place in France. And now the idea of painting is tugging at me, like some siren pulling me onwards. As a young man I fell in love with drawing and painting, and hung on valiantly for many years. A combination of relationships and children and too many years of hard work wore me out. And now I realise that if it as important to me as I believe it is, then I am the one who has to make it happen. First I have to organize my retirement, and then just go and buy the canvases and paints and oils, it really isn’t that complicated. I do not ever expect to paint anything remarkable, I simply want to be able to carry on where I left off some thirty years ago. Just like writing the book, you just have to start writing. If it is the thing you realise is important you just have to make it happen.