We went to see Eric Clapton the other night. We never miss his London gigs — it’s become even more of an event now we’ve moved away and only come back ‘home’ a few times a year.

He’s 80 now. And every time, there’s a little voice that wonders — could this be the last? Not in a heavy way, just a quiet knowing that one day, the stage will fall silent.

But not yet.

There he was again — guitar in hand, joined by his band, a mix of familiar faces and fresh talent. Watching them together, it felt less like a performance and more like a friendly gathering.

And then, during the final song, his daughter joined the backing singers. She stood just behind him, blending into the harmony. And when it was all over — when the lights softened and they came together for the final bow — he turned and gave her a hug. It was unexpectedly tender, full of feeling. And for someone like Clapton, who doesn’t often show emotion on stage, it said a lot.

He says he still tours because he needs the money. Maybe that’s part of it. But watching him, it felt like something more — the pull of music, of familiarity, of still being in the middle of it all. Not done yet. Not ready to step away.

And it made me think — how often do we hold ourselves back from what we love?

We tell ourselves we’ll do it later. When life calms down. When we’ve saved enough, sorted enough, healed enough. When we feel more ready.

We wait — even for the things that matter most. Especially for those.

We wait for the right moment. But the right moment rarely announces itself. It doesn’t wait until you feel steady or sorted or shiny. More often, it shows up disguised as now.

Messy, imperfect, uncertain. But real.

We spend so long preparing to live that sometimes we forget to actually start.

Watching Clapton, still playing, still choosing to be there, reminded me that there doesn’t need to be a big reason to return to what you love. You don’t have to justify it. You just have to want it enough not to keep putting it off.

So I want to ask you, gently — what have you been waiting for?

What would you begin — or begin again — if you stopped waiting for the perfect time?

You don’t need to be more ready.

This is your life. And it’s already happening.