Don’t burn that bridge. It’s a mantra that dictates my polite smile when I deal with a sexist, my polite email when I am not in the wrong, and my taking the high road when someone else’s road is so low, it’s almost underground.

What I have always wanted to do is walk up to that person and tell them exactly how I feel.

The bully that lives in the complex who has decided that women are second-class citizens and spends his time making up stories and creating dramas.

Instead of taking the Michelle Obama way — “When they go low, we go high” — I would love to tell them to grow up and get a life.

I have never gotten revenge. Even when it was so bad I curled up under my duvet and cried, all I did was Google ideas.

The woman who lied, the man who stole, the incompetent who claimed my work for his own.

Oh, how I would love to have tried throwing bird feed on your lawn, or tying a mouldy prawn to the front of your car. I didn’t, but I have a wish list, my not-friends, and you are on it.

I have never pursued acting, even though I suspect my tendency towards drama would be an excellent asset. I found excuses, then I found self-sabotage, and then I found self-hate.

Imagine if I just went and tried, like Kathryn Joosten, who decided to move to Hollywood at the age of 56, and went on to win two Emmys?

Imagine if we all did that one thing, right now, that we think we’re “too old” for?

I think the only thing anyone is too old for is becoming a hooker for the South African rugby team. That’s for a young and bouncy frame.

I have never gone to Japan and done the Kumano Kodo. This historic network of pilgrimage trails has been walked for more than 1,000 years.

It’s defined by beauty and spirituality and a plunge into the magic and culture of Japan. Just imagine!

I have never followed in the Camino trail footsteps of others in Spain. Or done the South African equivalents, which are apparently extraordinary.

Imagine walking 25km a day doing the Tankwa Camino through the Karoo? I can. And there are so many options for us to explore across landscapes that are undefeated champions of outstanding natural beauty.

I have never stepped into Petra. I’ve wanted to do this since I saw Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. A city! Built into a cliff! Have you ever imagined such a thing?

As a kid, I had not, and going there has been on my bucket list since that day, and every time I watch the movie.

Although I don’t want to walk on an invisible bridge or choose the right Holy Grail, because I would be rubbish at it. I wouldn’t mind meeting Indiana, though.

I have never allowed myself to accept who I am completely. ADHD is a bitter condition in your 50s, when menopause uses it as a whip and your mind is busier and louder and shoutier than ever.

When your body and brain stop you from your potential, and when suddenly all the symptoms for the condition are reimagined for women.

At 54, I’m discovering that I am not crazy or mad or bad. My ADHD is just so much more than I was taught.

Fortunately, that means with a fresh eye on the story of me, all of the things I have never done will soon be ticked off my list. Except perhaps for revenge. Maybe. Stay tuned.