I’ve noticed a pattern lately, both in myself and others. People say things like:
“I wish I’d started keeping a journal five years ago, but it’s too late now.”
“If I were younger, I might start learning to be a writer, but now it’s too late in my life for that.”
Granted, there are exceptional cases where this logic is valid. “I want to be an Olympic gymnast, but I’m seventy years old.” Okay, probably not going to happen.
But 99% of the time it’s balderdash, because here’s what happens: a year later you look back and say “Well, if I’d started a year ago it would have worked out, but now it’s too late to begin.” And the irrational cycle feeds on itself.
Don’t believe it for a nanosecond. If you’re eighty-five and you start a journal, then when you’re ninety, you’ll be glad you did.
Whatever you want to do, do it today.
