The One Thing That Scares The Hell Out Of Me

There's one thing that scares the hell out of me...

And it's not heights, needles or flying. 

Although I'm afraid of all those too .  

(even though I love travelling - go figure ??)

It's actually the fear of dying with regrets.

Now hopefully this post isn't too morbid, as that's not my intent. 

But I actually hate the thought of getting to the end of my life...

And realising there were things that I never accomplished. 

Things that I didn't do.

Opportunities I'd wished I'd taken. ?

It's something that's always lingering at the back of my mind. 

People always comment on how I can get myself out of bed at 6 am every morning.

Then find myself hitting the gym at 10 pm in the evening. 

Where do I always find the extra motivation to push myself just a little bit further?

And the truth is?

I'm scared.

I'm scared of having those regrets.

It constantly driving me on.

And you know what? 

Time flys so fast. 

It didn't seem that long ago I was celebrating my 21st birthday. 

And now I'm 30. 

I've achieved loads. 

But there's still so much more I want to accomplish. 

I want to make a difference. A big difference! 

I feel like I'm only at the tip of the iceberg. 

But I know as long as I keep pushing myself forward...

...I'm going to accomplish what I've set out to achieve. 

So when my times up...

Whenever that time might be.

I'm going to have lived my life to the full with no regrets. ?