How late is too late?

Remember me?

Wannabe author, salad eater, Yogini and diary-obsessed 34 and-a-half-year old French teacher?

Many moons ago I was somewhat regularly blogging in this, my self-appointed column on life according to me, and TRULY enjoying that I could publish something that someone other than me could read. I have thought about writing a new post many, many times since my last one about Yoga at the Beach -- and here I am at the end of October wondering how time has passed me by without writing a new post?!?!? I love writing-- so what happened? Where are the posts?

Not to say that I have moved away from writing and my other passions-- the summer produced 157 pages of my first novel--- and I'll rejoin that draft now that school is figured out. I am teaching Yoga twice a week to a class of keen beginner students and a class of hard-core athletes and practitioners-- and I love sharing that passion and meeting such amazing folks at the studio. I'm still hooked on journaling, big walks, tea sipping, red wine and healthy but yummy recipe creations. But I am soooo late on blogging that today I ask you the following.

In life, what is most true?
a) 'It's never too late' (a rather kind and forgiving mantra-- granny's words)
b) 'Too little too late' (crantankerous school marm or cynical dumpee's line....)
c) 'Better late than never' (eternal optimist who gets walked all over?)

I ask you, my phantom readers-- when does "I haven't ____ in so long" turn in to "It's too late to ______ now"? When is it too late to send a 'Thank you" card? When is it too late to start planning your finances for retirement? When is too late to start pilates again after surrendering to a jiggly midsection? When is it too late to call your friend Loulou who is expecting a baby soon and whose pregnancy you feel like you just learned about, to say 'hi and how are you'? When is it too late to say 'I'm sorry I was an asshole to you, Bingo, way back when--I was just insecure and stupid-- can you forgive me"? When is it too late to get to know your parents as people, as opposed to only as your parents?

I observe that rethinking of lateness is ubiquitous. Blockbuster Video had to alter their 'no late fees' plan, likely because people's libraries of videos grew while Blockbuster's shelves thinned out. Ages ago, smart workplaces instilled 'flexible work weeks'-- assuming that productivity would increase, but maybe it was just a pain in the butt trying to chase down all of the late employees to slap them on the wrist for being late. You don't have to be on time to watch tv because your PVR will be ready when you are. The economy could be in the state it is for ages because we're so late catching up on things we financed ages ago-- and will get a tax credit for renovating our homes with or without the available funds if we so choose. Why answer the phone when caller i.d. will tell you who to call back later, or not at all?

I have to believe that it's never too late to start again-- and smile today because it's never too late to post a new thought on your blog!

Salad Girl's tip of the post:
Set a timer for five minutes and list all the things you used to love doing but don't now do because it's been ages. Then choose one and do it!