OK sorry, I've had one of my epiphany weeks, I'll be back to shoes and hair in no time :o)

I don't know about anyone else, but I've found as a re-occurring pattern with my passions and dreams that I've always put them off until "The next step". 

"Oh I'm too busy with my degree now, I'll take music lessons when I graduate"

"Oh my PhD takes up too much time, I'll learn to speak Spanish properly once I've finished"

It just occurred to me (and this really isn't groundbreaking) that at the age of nearly 25, I'm always going to be too busy.

While I would love to be a pampered housewife (not saying that all housewives are pampered with lots of spare time, I'm just living the Gabrielle Solis fantasy) with buckets of time for volunteering, painting and reading the works of Satre, there isn't a queue of rich (and devilishly handsome) men at my door.

What's the point in having the passion if it doesn't translate into something? There are things I want to learn now, charities I want to work for now and a God to get to know better now.

So why don't I just make the time and get on and do some of it now?