Craziest part about finally "doing the work"
Is that you realize it was easier to simply do the work than it was to feel bad about procrastinating 24/7 and live with the excuses
You literally put more effort into avoiding success than the success would have taken
Crazy
*One month before her 95th birthday, Patricia Routledge wrote something that still gently echoes:*
**“I’ll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often filled with worry — worry that I wasn’t quite good enough, that no one would cast me again, that I wouldn’t live up to my mother’s hopes. But these days begin in peace, and end in gratitude.”**
My life didn’t quite take shape until my forties. I had worked steadily — on provincial stages, in radio plays, in West End productions — but I often felt adrift, as though I was searching for a home within myself that I hadn’t quite found.
At 50, I accepted a television role that many would later associate me with — Hyacinth Bucket, of Keeping Up Appearances. I thought it would be a small part in a little series. I never imagined that it would take me into people’s living rooms and hearts around the world. And truthfully, that role taught me to accept my own quirks. It healed something in me.
At 60, I began learning Italian — not for work, but so I could sing opera in its native language. I also learned how to live alone without feeling lonely. I read poetry aloud each evening, not to perfect my diction, but to quiet my soul.
At 70, I returned to the Shakespearean stage — something I once believed I had aged out of. But this time, I had nothing to prove. I stood on those boards with stillness, and audiences felt that. I was no longer performing. I was simply being.
At 80, I took up watercolor painting. I painted flowers from my garden, old hats from my youth, and faces I remembered from the London Underground. Each painting was a quiet memory made visible.
Now, at 95, I write letters by hand. I’m learning to bake rye bread. I still breathe deeply every morning. I still adore laughter — though I no longer try to make anyone laugh. I love the quiet more than ever.
**I’m writing this to tell you something simple:**
**Growing older is not the closing act. It can be the most exquisite chapter — if you let yourself bloom again.**
Let these years ahead be your *treasure years*.
You don’t need to be famous. You don’t need to be flawless.
You only need to show up — fully — for the life that is still yours.
*With love and gentleness,*
— Patricia Routledge
I have a Conservative child and a Liberal child. My Conservative child works hard! He has been steadily employed since graduating college. He bought his first home not too long ago. He is adulting…we are very proud of him. Never wants to have to ask for help…
1. Fix your posture
Your joints aren’t failing, your alignment is.
Years of slouching compress your spine, hips, and knees.
Stand tall. Shoulders back. Pelvis neutral.
Here's how to test your posture & an exercise to help fix it:
"I'd die for my family"
Okay. Would you lift 3x a week, eat a nutrient dense diet, fix your sleep habits, walk 10k steps and stop drinking so much alcohol for them?
Obsession is the antidote to mediocrity, action the antidote to anxiety, and purpose the antidote to laziness.
We aren’t broken.
We just need something to live for.
My theory: burnout has nothing to do with how many hours or how hard you work. It's caused by working for people you don't like, towards goals you don't believe in, in systems that grant you no agency.
Do things for your own satisfaction. Consider praise from others to be a bonus. If you don't work for their validation in the first place, you won’t need it to feel satisfied once it’s done.
My dads an incredibly smart man.
•Great leader
•Can fix anything
•Socially strong & networks well
•Read a book a week for 30 years
He NEVER moved up in his company.
I asked him WHY & the answer he gave me brought me to tears.
Here’s the best lesson my dad ever taught me.