Too Late....?

Sometimes I wonder if it is too late.  Actually, I have often wondered that over the course of my so-called life.  Is it too late to do the things I thought I always wanted to do.  Funny, I can remember thinking that when I was in high school, in college, starting my "career", buying a house, retiring....  Over and over, I wondered if it was too late.  And now, as I look back, I can see it was never too late.  It was always now.  

So then I wonder why I busy myself being busy with things that seem so important that what I thought I wanted to be doing, could wait.  Why is that?  Why do I constantly put my own hopes and desires on the shelf?  Oh, that sounds so like whining, and I apologize.  But really, why are we our own worst enemies?  

The problem as I see it is that affirmation is a powerful narcotic.  I seem to crave it, need it.  It feels so good to be appreciated, to be recognized.  It can seduce you.  Whenever I read  stories of famous writers or artists, it seems they all say that they couldn't do anything else.  That something within them drove them to write or paint or build a bridge.  They report that they couldn't do anything else.  Couldn't do anything else.  

That is when I question my dreams.  That is why a often wonder if it is too late.

Fortunately I am an eternal optimist.  And I know it is never, ever too late.