If not now, when?

I'm just back from half term holidays and I took a quick break up in Haworth in Yorkshire - by heck, it was cold! But spent time walking my lovely dog Oscar over the moors where Cathy and Heathcliffe fell in love.
I also visited to the Bronte museum, which was the residence of the Bronte sisters. It was interesting but also really sad. I didn't realise that that every one of the sisters had died before the age of 40.
All that talent, all that ambition (they self published their first poems, they tried to set up their own finishing school, they blagged their way into their first publishing deal by pretending to be men!) and just when they were just getting into their stride, they died.
It just gave me a little shiver and spurred me on a bit -  Get on with living and appreciating the life I have.
If not now, when? Now, feels a good time.
Care to join me?