Well, I was going to tell you in this post about my long day yesterday that started at 4.30am with the alarm and (almost) finished as I got in as 12.30am. I was going to mention how I managed to introduce myself to some colleagues who were in London from the US with scrambled egg congealing in my hair. And how I did that thing where I put my tights on with one leg slightly twisted which made me feel like my leg had been put on at the wrong angle all day…
But actually I’m going to be relatively sensible. Last night I went to the leaving do of a really, really lovely colleague. In her leaving speech she mentioned a weird conversation she’d had the night before (with the colleagues I’d met with breakfast congealing in my hair…I may not have seemed quite as odd to them as I originally thought). They’d discussed the findings of a study of the top five regrets of the dying.
They were these:
1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
2. I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.
3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
They’re a pretty good guide in life whether you are a really, really lovely colleague, a drunken minion (as I was last night) or if you are a….Norman cat. (ok, maybe Norman would only be bothered about the amount of food he may have missed out on over time, but you get my drift…)
Worth thinking about maybe?