What if I were to write an autobiography? A memoir? A semi-fictional recollection of things I’ve yet to do, something like a friend has already begun?
What if? Nothing if. It won’t change the curvature of the earth. But it might, just might, change the curvature of my mind. I’m not beyond learning from mistakes I’ve yet to make, you know. Yes, you know.
Nor learning from the right moves, one hopes. While forecasting about wrong turns is useful, don’t forget that you have the capacity to dream up a lot of very marvelous stuff. It’s funny that you wrote this this morning. Remind me to tell you about the conversation I had with a barmaid last evening about predicting what her obituary would say.