As you do at funerals, I started thinking about life, death and what it’s all about. It made me think about how precious time is and about how family and friends and love are so much more important than anything else.
I spend a lot of time thinking about the future. Will I ever find a job I like? Will I have children? When will I be able to get a bigger house? Have I got enough money saved up for retirement? Why can’t I afford a bigger house/more clothes/nice haircuts/faraway holidays?
But in the big scheme of things, this kind of stuff really doesn’t matter. Not a sausage. It’s all about enjoying the now, seizing the day and all that malarkey.
Is anyone going to get to 80 and think, ‘Wow, I earned loads of money and had some fantastic shoes”? Will I be rocking in my chair reminiscing about how I had four bedrooms in my house and it was always super-clean?
If I die tomorrow, will the last day of my life have been a happy one?
I’ve been writing some daily mantras in my notebook over the last few weeks – I read them on the train every morning to make sure I have a mumpety sort of day.
That's my little bit of handbag philosophy for every day.