Leaping into the unknown
ANDREW Wishart thought that his dream of being a professional muso had passed him by at age 45.
His family and friends talked him into entering the last series of X Factor and Andrew made it to the grand final.
His newly released album is entitled It's Never Too Late, and it's a pretty good listen.
We all have those moments where we think that life has passed us by. That we're too old to make those changes that we knew we should have done years ago.
It's easy to get stuck in the rut and drift along.
Met a couple recently who were telling me that they were boyfriend and girlfriend at ages 16 and 18. The childhood relationship ended due to outside influences and that was the end of that.
A couple of months back their paths crossed for the first time in 39 years and it turned out they had never forgotten each other.
We're going to a wedding next June. As they said to us, "It's never too late".
Over my lifetime I've come up with what I considered to be a couple of pretty good ideas.
Our cat had been run over at night and I thought that it would be a great idea to make reflective collars for pets.
I figured that they could also be used as flea collars which were all black at the time and went as far as checking out extruded plastics.
Then I got sidetracked and never followed it through. Two years later a flea collar company did it and made a fortune.
Another time I was pulling my last remaining 10 bucks out of the hole in the wall.
Looking at the back of the receipt which was blank then, I thought what a great medium for advertising.
I didn't do anything about that either but did mention it to a bloke who raised $7 million in capital to get it up and running.
Now, at 59 Rita and I have come up with another little idea which we believe could make us a few bucks. I wasn't going to do much about it until I reminded myself that "it's never too late".
Now we have prototypes of the product and hope to launch it in the next couple of months.
If it fails, at least we've had a go.
At the dinner after the Cruisin' the Hume trip, of which you'll read more in this issue, we were chatting with the lovely Tamara with whom I've had the pleasure of working in the past.
Tamara was bemoaning the attitude of her 13-year-old son.
"Damn puberty! He's giving me nothing but trouble. He's belligerent and full of attitude. Everyone's wrong but him. I didn't have this grief with his older siblings. I don't know what to do. I'm at wits end," Tamara said.
Rita asked her how long this had been going on and Tamara replied "Three weeks".
Rita laughed, "That's not Puberty Blues, that's just a bad mood! You could take a step back, stand outside the square and try and look at it from his viewpoint or you could just kick him in the slats right now - It's Never Too Late".
Take care of You