When I Was One-and-Twenty
I was managing a stable when I was twenty one. I cleaned stalls, groomed horses, helped prepare horses for training or lessons. When you’re the only person who sticks it out, you become by attrition the manager, it’s not always about being the most qualified.
One of the students was the son of a veterinarian who admired something about the way I did my work. He tried to encourage me to go to vet school, and be more than a stall cleaner.
“But…but…I’m over twenty. By the time I finish vet school, I’ll be thirty or more.”
And he pointed out, not so gently: “By that time you’ll be thirty or more whether you go to vet school or not.”
Oh
Hmmm
Yeah, he was right.
I didn’t go to vet school. For one thing it wasn’t exactly my path especially since I am so not a people person. Plus my journey led to a different destination…though I was not sure at that time what that destination might be. However, I took that wisdom with me wherever I did go.
You say you can’t write a book since it’s going to take six to nine months and you just don’t have that time? Or maybe you can’t write a series since OMG it will be several years and you’ll be so old?
Well, MONA, you’ll be that old anyway.
So pull up your BIG girl panties (the purple ones with lace) and DO IT.
Don’t come to the end of days with a bucket load of “wish I hads”
Mona Karel Author 
Loved this post, Mona! Funny, I learned about a quick read today (maybe I’m the last one to hear about it lol) called Do the Work, by Steven Pressfield. It’s reviewed as a great kick-in-the-pants for just doing it – especially writing. I’ve got it on my to-read list now.
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Too soon we grow too old, too late we grow too smart. That’s been said forever. I’m not sure if that can be learned earlier in life so we don’t end up frustrated and unfulfilled at the end
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No kidding – part of the riches of aging, I guess!
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Not everyone is granted the privilege of growing old
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