- Location
- Somewhere wet & hilly in NW England.
How do I deal with it?
I implemented Project 10 Good Summers the outcomes of which are/will be at least 10 really memorable, for good reasons, summers between my 50th birthday, nearly five years ago, and my going gaga or dying or hitting 70. No more "I wish I'd tried...." and much more "I'm glad I tried...."
It has meant cycling from London to John O'Groats with The Fridays to packing my job in and becoming self-employed. It has meant running a half-marathon or five. It has meant reffing a Sussex Div 1 Rugby match. It means I got to see my beautiful and bright daughter graduate. It means I bought TLH the eternity ring she has wanted for 30 years and with debt-free cash. Still got to cycle the Western Isles. Still got to see the Grand Canyon on/from a Harley. Still got to go to Iceland and see the Northern Lights and the Midnight Sun. Still got to learn to sail and race a boat. &c.
Sometimes I feel sad, and a little afraid, when I think about what I wont live to see and do. About the world carryng on without me. Then I thank God for my two amazing children, and for the life I've had thus far, which surpasses my youthful expectation by so much I still have to pinch myself at how lucky I am.
(In a bit I've to get dressed to fly to Stockholm for work. For the day. It will be a tough day in the office with some hard talking to be done. But hell, me, a kid from a pretty crappy council estate in Crawley New Town, living and working in Copenhagen/Stockholm. Who even knew? My life is so, so much better than I thought it could be.)
I like that.
