What a good thing I don’t want to be perfect at anything! Even the thought of all the practice required has me longing for a nap. I don’t want to be a dancer, a singer, an artist, a doctor, a lawyer or an Indian Chief. Neither do I want to fly a plane, make a killer sponge cake, prove the world is square or win Wimbledon. What a relief!
It’s possible that somewhere back in the mists of time I might have wanted a talent or two – a talent for making money would have been useful – but fish yearning for bicycles has never produced anything but unhappy fish.
It’s wonderful how much you learn as you get older.