That’s what the children’s grandmother said when I asked what she did for her birthday yesterday – her 70th birthday.
Imagine taking a day to think about your life when you are seventy years old; would you fit it all in, or would you be done by lunchtime?
How would it make you feel? Would you judge yourself, or simply hold your past self in a kind and loving aspect? Would you still be seeking, or would you have found? What would you listen to? How does seventy feel? I wonder how many of us will find out.