Day 266. All that Heaven will allow. (23/9/13)

Right. Brief and to the point as I've had a long (and pretty productive) day in work and I've got things to do, including trying to figure out why so much water is coming from the overflow pipe that sticks out of the loft.

There was an alarm issue last night that delayed me leaving work which meant that I was over an hour late for rehearsals (full band, mikes set up, stage places arranged, set in order, getting it tight) which further meant that we played longer and later.

That moment when you think it's tennish and you look at your phone and it's half eleven and you play another couple of songs and finish just past midnight and get to bed at one then get up again at half six to be in work for 8ish?

Yeah, that.

So I knew where I was going with this tonight and where I was going was here;

23rd of September. Shit. A month left. One single month of my forties remaining. All of a sudden we're nearly here and it feels very real. Where has the year actually gone? The first fifty of these seemed to take forever, the last two hundred and fifteen suddenly seem to have shot by. By my calculations my birthday falls on day 296. Which is a stupid figure. How can you stop on day 296? Surely the end needs to be a statement? Surely the figure should make more sense?

So I was going to mildly lament how quickly everything has sped past now that we're (possibly) nearly done here.

Then I read a tweet.

And the tweet was this.

Today is Bruce Springsteen's 64th birthday. Since his 63rd birthday he has played 1,882 songs across 75 shows over 4 continents.

There's a man who knows that time is short, life is precious, he's lost friends over the last few years, he knows that this is what he does and he's doing as much of it as he can while he has the time and the opportunity to do it. He's putting in as much effort as he always has, possibly more, playing the longest shows of his career and (apparently) still recording new music.

And I don't care if you don't like his music (although you're wrong if you don't) you have to admire his attitude, his effort.

There's a lesson here to take; the future may loom but it's also wide open, if  you don't need to stop then don't stop. Take every chance you can to do what you enjoy.

Crack on.

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