A little thought popped into my head this week.

And that thought was.

That there are some things you can only ever do once.

Gone Fishing.

I was watching Gone Fishing with Paul Whitehouse and Bob Mortimer.

(I wasn’t actually watching Gone Fishing with Paul Whitehouse and Bob Mortimer. 

I mean. 

Paul Whitehouse and Bob Mortimer weren’t sat next to me on the settee when Gone Fishing was on. 

But they were in Gone Fishing.

OK?)

Anyhow.

Paul Whitehouse mentioned he was going to pop his dad’s ashes into a river.

And I thought.

Wow.

Paul will only do that once.

So I hope it’s special for him.

I hope he does it in a way that’s memorable.

For him.

And in a way that is lovely.

And personal.

And as perfect as possible.

A Second Thought.

Then.

I had a second thought.

I thought about other things that you can only ever do once.

And I came to a conclusion.

I summarised all of the things that you can only ever do once.

Under one.

Simple.

Heading.

And that heading was:

Everything.

Everything. 

Everything you ever do.

You will only ever do once.

The lunch that you make or made today.

Once.

The ‘hello’ and the smile you give (or don’t give) to the person you meet in the street today.

Once.

The walk you give your dog today.

Once.

Everything.

Once.

Change.

And what did this realisation change in me?

Well.

Once I’d processed the thought.

It changed everything.

Because if I really do accept that every singe thing that I ever do.

I will only ever do once.

Then that makes me think that every single thing that I ever do deserves to be done as well as it possibly can be.

Every single time.

That’s seismic change.

Once. 

Everything you ever do.

And everything I ever do.

Will only ever be done once.

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