Me at Three months
I saw a movie trailer this week where a man is caught doing something wrong, from the trailer, I think he found a manuscript written by someone else, but he had it published under his name, and claimed he had written it, and now, the real author has found him. A woman asks him why would he do that, his response, "I became frightened that I wouldn't accomplish what I thought I could do, that it wasn't ever going to happen."
I began to ponder on what I haven't accomplished or had left undone or never even tried. At sixty, those thoughts can be depressing. Maybe what I need to do is first write about what I have accomplished, then make a list of what I would still like to try to accomplish.