As a child ‘when’ was not my favourite word. ‘When you finish your supper you can have pudding’; ‘when the school term is finished we will go on holidays’; ‘when you own your own house you can decide the rules. Until then you abide by our rules’.
But then I grew up and discovered life is full of ‘when’. All self-inflicted. As a midlife woman I must now decide those things which really matter because when there is more of life behind than infront, now becomes so important.There is no time for ‘when’; it is a luxury of youth and a belief things will get better. They don’t. Things just change. If not now, when?